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Valorous Cats and the Great War

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It’s been a busy last couple months. I’ve been doing illustrations for two successful Kickstarters.

The first – Horrors of War – is a collection of Call of Cthulhu scenarios written by Adam Scott Glancy set during World War One. That one funded back in 2014. I originally contributed an illustration to the original Kickstarter video and illustrations to one of the scenarios. After that my life got too complicated for me to commit to meeting deadlines. Mr. Glancy’s life got complicated as well and work on the project stalled.

Things have simplified for me, enough that when he contacted me earlier this year I was able to happily commit to illustrating two more scenarios and a series of general illustrations for the book. The plan is to have the project done by 11/11/2018. I expect to have my parts done well before that.

At about the same time Oscar Rios of Golden Goblin Press let me know that things were a go for Cathulhu Kickstarter. That campaign ran from June 29th to July 29th and successfully overfunded. One of the successfully met stretch goals was to have a PDF of the illustrated edition of Tails of Terror available for October. That meant I needed to complete sixteen illustrations in August.

I turned in the last one this morning.

I’ve got lots of work yet to complete on both projects but I thought I’d take a moment to breathe and update this website. Cheers y’all!

Not Dead But Dreaming – Color

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“Personally, I would not care for immortality in the least. There is nothing better than oblivion, since in oblivion there is no wish unfulfilled. We had it before we were born yet did not complain. Shall we whine because we know it will return? It is Elysium enough for me, at any rate.”
– H.P. Lovecraft

More quotes here.

Not Dead But Dreaming – Pencils

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Most authors are lucky if they are well known and widely read in their own lifetime. Once they die their work usually fades into obscurity. Some very lucky authors manage to write works that are both popular during their lifetime and remain so once they pass on. It’s a strange kind of luck to be an author whose work is mostly obscure during ones lifetime yet that work becomes relatively popular and well read decades after that author’s death.

Hello Howard Phillips Lovecraft. A strangely lucky man.

Cthulhu Weather

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The Call of Cthulhu
By H.P. Lovecraft —

“In the elder time chosen men had talked with the entombed Old Ones in dreams, but then something had happened. The great stone city R’lyeh, with its monoliths and sepulchres, had sunk beneath the waves; and the deep waters, full of the one primal mystery through which not even thought can pass, had cut off the spectral intercourse. But memory never died, and high-priests said that the city would rise again when the stars were right. Then came out of the earth the black spirits of earth, mouldy and shadowy, and full of dim rumours picked up in caverns beneath forgotten sea-bottoms. But of them old Castro dared not speak much. He cut himself off hurriedly, and no amount of persuasion or subtlety could elicit more in this direction. The size of the Old Ones, too, he curiously declined to mention. Of the cult, he said that he thought the centre lay amid the pathless deserts of Arabia, where Irem, the City of Pillars, dreams hidden and untouched. It was not allied to the European witch-cult, and was virtually unknown beyond its members. No book had ever really hinted of it, though the deathless Chinamen said that there were double meanings in the Necronomicon of the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred which the initiated might read as they chose, especially the much-discussed couplet:

‘That is not dead which can eternal lie,
and with strange aeons even death may die.’ “

LIke Jesus, Cthulhu could return at any time. Unlike Jesus, He isn’t going to care what kind of life you’ve lived. He (and whether or not “he” is male is open to debate) will call out to His fellow Old Ones and they will be awakened and return to rule the world as they once did. So the cultists believe. But human beings have been twisting and misinterpreting the words of seers and prophets ever since there have been seers and prophets. Who knows what Cthulhu will want or what he will do when he arises? Will he be a morning person? Will he be hungry? What do beings who exist beyond space and time like to eat for breakfast?