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Skook WIP #16

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Another town, another train.
Nothing lost and nothing gained.

No. Wait. Those are lyrics from an ABBA song.

Another Friday, another newsletter
Nothing to read is ever better. 

There’s a good way to get started.

Welcome to the sixteenth issue of the Skook Works in Progress newsletter. It’s been a more eventful week than I would have preferred. I would prefer to just stay home and draw and occasionally hang out with friends. This week … I had to stay home and draw and avoid people for the good of humanity.

But we’ll get to that after the pictures.

Greeting Card Conversions

The following are the last examples of my before (scans of hand drawn and colored art) and after (digitally edited and updated) greeting card designs. I did the first versions of most of these back in 2013. I did more than fifty of them and these are the final designs that needed updating. The current versions are all available for purchase in my Zazzle shop.

Everyone Needs a Hobby

There are so many uses for a chainsaw other than carving up random tourists for the family sausage business. Carving sculptures is one creative one. I hear you can use them to cut down trees as well.

Chainsaw sculptures can be used to decorate the grounds of your family sausage business and attract more tourists! Marketing is everything!

Working for Bones

What’s in your lunch box?

Or is it a lunchbox? Is a really a suitcase filled with extra socks? A carrying case for an unusual musical instrument? A kit bag for a cat assassin? Is he a good boy or a bad boy?

Any Other Friday

If Friday the 13th is your day for chopping up horny teenagers, what do you do with the other 51.2 Fridays that don’t fall on the 13th day of the month? And what do you do on the other six days of the week?

You could garden. You’ve got more tools at your disposal than just a machete. Gardens are good places to dispose of bodies and said bodies can enrich the soil.

Cognitive Dissonance

Most people seem to hate clowns. Most people seem to like cats. What happens when you combine the two?

You get the apocalypse of course. Or maybe you just get a sardine custard pie in the face.

Yumm.

Shall We Dance?

Of course we shall. Any other answer is the wrong one.

Dance at dawn. Dance in the afternoon. Dance on into the night.

HOOOOOOO?

Last week I said I’d be designing a calendar featuring the Mighty Nizz for 2022. Zazzle has a template that looks like it will work for the project. There will be twelve full page illustrations. Maybe thirteen if I use a different image on the cover. It is, of course, a work in progress.

The above image is my process gif for the first illustration I completed for the project. The calendar will probably only be available through Zazzle. If you’d like to have Nizz staring at you before then, she and her feathery friends are available now on a variety of merch in my Redbubble store.

These Days …

Bleah.

We have a new housemate. She’s here a little earlier than we planned. Officially she wasn’t going to move in until May. She stayed here for a week last month to be sure that her cat and our cats could get along. The visit was success. Flax and Chemo and Sabe reached cat detente and even worked their way up to some moments of playful interaction.

We thought the new housemate would be able to move in during April, being here completely by May 1st. She had some medical problems that she couldn’t put off that made moving her stuff and cleaning the apartment too much to manage so things got delayed for a month. She was getting those problems handled when she started to get sick in unplanned ways. The kind of sick where one loses ones sense of smell and taste. Where one coughs a lot.

She got tested and came up negative for covid.

She got sicker and was having a hard time taking care of herself and her cat. So we offered to have her stay here until she felt better. No biggie. It wasn’t as if she had the plague.

Except she was having constant coughing fits. So we took her to the emergency room. Where they diagnosed her as having covid.

That happened Saturday night. We’d been wearing masks to avoid catching her cold or flu so we had some protection. On Sunday Sarah and I went to an urgent care to see if we could get tested for covid. Sarah got her second dose of vaccine Thursday morning last week. I got my first on that afternoon. The urgent care folks said we would need to wait five days to get tested and that our vaccines wouldn’t be fully effective until two months after the second dose. Probably. New virus. New treatment. Not enough history to be certain of anything really.

Our housemate has her own bedroom and bathroom. Quarantining her is relatively easy. We’ve got masks and gloves. I called in covid to USPS. I have plenty of sick days and no one wants a possible plague carrier in the station so there was no argument.

I’ve spent a good part of the rest of this week in bad mood. I have a better understanding of why some people are lousy at plague safety. I feel fine. I don’t think I’m sick. I didn’t do anything to try to get the plague. I’m just helping a friend. Shouldn’t I get to just keep on with life as normal? Shouldn’t I be able to go to work and hang out with the rest of the world? Why should I be inconvenienced when I’m healthy?

In general I place being responsible to and for others over following my whims. I also know that shit happens even when you’re being careful. So I may be grumpy but I’m grumpy about the situation. I’m grumpy about the culture and the systems that have allowed (even encouraged) the current mess.

I’ve also been getting a lot of artwork done. It’s the sort of art that takes advantage of being cranky. Bonus!

Our housemate’s health has been improving. When she was at the emergency room she got a dose of the drug cocktail that the 45th President had received. It seems to have helped, as have the various meds and vitamins she’s been taking since. Her cat and our cat are getting along. Sarah has been very patient with both our housemate’s needs and my attitude.

We’ll be in the weeds for a bit yet but we’re forging ahead.

Thank you for dropping by. I hope you are doing well. I hope you are healthy. I hope you are in a good mood. If not, I hope you’re able to use your mood for something that will give you satisfaction down the line. See you next Friday!

Skook WIP #14

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It’s Friday. You’re where you are. I’m where I am. This newsletter connects us for a moment. Thank you for stopping by!

Greeting Card Conversions

As usual, we start with before and after versions of some greeting card designs. The after versions will be available in my Zazzle shop. Normally they are already uploaded by the time I send out this newsletter but … squirrel!

Speaking of Squirrels

Joy + Noise = Music.

Truth.

A little extra color just makes it shine.

Hip to be Square

Good god, I’m dating myself by quoting that song.

It wasn’t true then. It’s not true now. It’s hip to be hip. Being square puts you in a corner.

Dress for success. Dress for excess. Dress to impress. But, please, dress!

And the Award for Best Best Goes to …

Sometimes you just need a prize, an award, an acknowledgement that you did it, you made it, you’re still here. And if you’re fine today, then someone else can use it. Share the love and the kudos and the huzzahs and the cake!

Especially share the cake!

A Relaxing Cup of Tea

I like the idea of sitting down and drinking a nice warm cup of tea. Of just letting the world take a pause.

I really should try it sometime.

Joyful Noise

This is the first design created specifically for my online shops. Because I have this newsletter I thought to scan each step in the process.

Most of my design start with a sketch. I use a non-photo blue pencil to do the rough sketching.

Once I’ve figured out the basic design I use an HB lead pencil to finish the sketch. I scan it into Photoshop and use a filter to remove the blue lines.

I then convert the pencil drawing into a blueline drawing and print it out at a larger size. The original was done on 8.5×11 cardstock. The second version is on 11×17 bristol board.

I ink over the blueline and then add shading. Sometimes I shade with greytone markers. Sometimes, as in this case, I just use an HB pencil. I scan this version into Photoshop, remove the blueline and start coloring.

Voila!

Here’s a process gif. It’s not real without a process gif.


This design is available on a beer stein in my zazzle store and on many, many other things in my redbubble store.

These Days …

Each week is a juggling act of attention and action. The day job and the Sarah get my attention first. Then it’s chores and art and writing and marketing and goofing off. This week I was having so much fun working on art projects that writing and marketing got mostly ignored. As did some chores.

I will show off the art in weeks to come. The chores you can imagine for yourself. I will have more to say next week.

Thank you for visiting. Stay well. Get your shots. Pet a cat. Give a compliment. Look out for each other.

See you next week!

Skook WIP #13

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Thirteen weeks into 2021. Sixth day of the week. Pictures to look at! Words to read! Yay!

Greeting Card Conversions

In which I present a scan of an original hand drawn, hand colored image and then the digitally cleaned up and edited version of the image that is available as a print on demand greeting card in my Zazzle shop.

Better Than Impossible

“When pigs fly” is an expression to indicate an event that will never occur. Silly cynical people. We live in the future now. Flying pigs and talking cats and vacations on Venus are right around the corner!


Once pigs get off the ground, other gravity challenged species will demand equal time. All sorts of critters will fill the skies. Birds will complain. Strict demarcations will be made in our airspaces to prevent collisions. This is not an anarchist future. It’s a future with rules!

Or maybe it’s just a fun greeting card design.

The Fast and the Really Slow

Sloths spend so much time hanging upside down that their fur grows in downward pattern from their bellies. They spend so much time being still that there are species of algae that have evolved to grow in their fur. Sloths are not speedy creatures. Not in modern times.

In the past there were giant sloths that lumbered on the ground and tore up termite mounds without seeking permission from the builders. There were sloths that lived in the ocean. Sloths can adapt. Sloths can dream of speed.

“When sloths caballerial” may describe an impossible event today but tomorrow? The possible lives in tomorrow.

Spring is Sprung

The seasons have changed. There’s less cold. More sun. More color. More bunnies. All you have to do is look.

You will need to be very patient if you want to see them in their spring fashions. They don’t get dressed up for just anyone.

Squeezebox in the Night

What is that music? It’s 2 am. I want to sleep not dance. I don’t need infectious rhythms pulling me to feet inspiring me to boogie. Go to bed you annoying noturnal critter!

In the future the raccoons will wander through our ruins and give thanks to the ancients who left them such fascinating trash. Then they will dance and sing and give thanks for their clever thumbs that have allowed them to rule the world.


Designing Fantomah

I thought that coming up with “my” version of Fantomah would be easy. She’s a blue nature goddess with a skull face. It’s pretty simple design. I’ve drawn her a few time before and had fun. I assumed the main challenge would be adapting Fletcher Hanks’ original design into a version that was comfortable for me to draw on a regular basis.


Her skull face is fun to draw. As with all his characters Hanks gave her a limited set of expressions. I like sketching a range of emotions. Her hair in the original comics is long with a series of tight curls. She does have awesome magic powers so maybe she uses them to style her hair. I tried doing curls the first times I drew her. This time I tried drawing her hair as if it were always floating, constantly twisting and turning.


I ran into problems when I started thinking about her dress. She’s wears a black cocktail dress. Why does she wear a black cocktail dress? Why does she, a jungle goddess, wear a black cocktail dress in the frickin’ jungle?

I know, I know, a blonde, caucasian jungle goddess is already a problematic figure, why do I care about her outfit? I’ll get back to that blonde, caucasian part in a minute.

I like the main design in the above sketch but it’s a very different look for Fantomah. It’s more goth superhero. I think that if I’m going to take an existing character I should at least start with a version that’s close to the original. It also looks … warm. Aren’t jungles hot?

The two smaller sketches are inspired by ancient Egyptian fashion. I wasn’t satisfied with them either. Egypt is located in Africa but it’s more desert than jungle and I don’t know enough about ancient Egyptian culture to appropriate it for an imaginary vengence goddess.


I settled on a black dress with simple straps. Is it still a cocktail dress?  Probably. It somehow seems different to me than the original version but I can’t tell you why.

The unskulled faces are possible versions of Fantomah’s human alter ego. I working from the idea that the version in the original comics is a sop to its white American readership, that Fantomah is herself African. As yet I don’t have an origin story for her. It will come. My brain seems to think up ideas without me having to work at it much. They aren’t always good ideas of course. And ideas by themselves are just seeds. There are great stories and fun characters who were born from bad ideas.


These Days …


I did not wake up at 1:30 am this morning with a cat pawing at my face to tell me that it was time to feed him.

There is currently no cat at my feet staring up at me in order to get me to check that the food dish has fresh food in it.

For the last seven years we’ve shared our apartment with two cats, Chemo and Sabe. Sarah picked them up at an animal shelter in 2014. Chemo was a kitten. Sabe was a full grown cat that, supposedly, had lived with an elderly woman who had passed away. Supposedly he was not a friendly cat. Sarah put the kitten in the same room with him. He didn’t exactly play with the kitten but he wasn’t upset either. Sarah thought he just seemed tired and needed a home.

Chemo and Sabe got along fine.

Chemo grew into a big cat, bigger than Sabe, but Sabe was always his boss.

We shared our place with a housemate and her cat, Toulouse, for a few years. The cats all got along. As you can see.

Sabe died on Wednesday. We’d taken him to the emergency vet on Tuesday night. He’d had a massive seizure. They had kept him overnight in hopes that they could get help him. I called in the morning to check on him and they reported that he was doing well, considering. I went to work. We’ve been short carriers a lot recently and I didn’t want to stick anyone with carrying my route if I didn’t need to. I’m an optimist. I thought Sabe would hang on and I’d be able to bring him home in the evening.

No.

He had a heart attack about mid day.

We knew his time was short. He had kidney problems. We’d treated him with subcutaneous fluids for a few months but he got tired of the process and refused to participate. He got thinner. He seemed to have a harder time getting comfortable.

He was a good cat. He spent a lot of time in the window watching the world. I was the one he expected to fill the food dish. Sarah was the provider of laps for his naps. We had to be careful not to leave the front door open because he’d try to get out. When he did he never went far. He just seemed like he wanted to feel the world that he saw from the window.

There’s a ravine behind our house. It’s full of all sorts of wild things. I tucked his body in a sheltered spot a short distance down the incline. Nature will claim it.

His spirit goes where it wishes now. We miss him. I’m glad for the time we had.

Skook WIP #12

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Is it Friday again? Time flies! And occasionally stumbles. I’m still adjusting to, and complaining about, the time change. I do like that my phone and my desktop don’t require me to update their clocks. It would be handy if the rest of my timepieces adjusted themselves on their own but I really don’t need more objects connected to the web.

Thank you for joining me again. I hope you are well and happy.

Greeting Card Conversions

We start, as usual, with the before (scans of the original hand drawn art) and after (digitally corrected and edited for print) versions of the greeting card designs I’m posting in my Zazzle store.

Hil(arity)raiser

You’ve solved the puzzle and summoned the tormenter. Your giggles will be legendary even in Heck.

Keep your shoes on! Wear a heavy sweater! Stomp your feet and protest. He can only tickle you if you let him. Bunny cenobites require consent to torture you. They’re polite that way.

Out for a Stroll

Spring is on its way. So I’m told. It’s a mix of rain and sun and warm and cold here in Seattle. Dressing for the weather means taking a gamble at being too hot or too cold, often on the same day. But, heck, you might as well dress to show off and take your chances. You’ll look good for a few minutes at least.

Every season has its moments. Enjoy them as they come.

Fancy a Game of Catch?

After spring comes summer and with summer comes baseball! Teamwork! Batting! Throwing! Catching! Running! Yelling at the umpire! Nothing more American than yelling at some guy for having the wrong opinion.

Make sure to pick that frog kid for your team. He’ll never let a fly get past him.


A Dragon Indeed

This critter doesn’t hoard gold or diamonds. His favorite treasure is cookies. He doesn’t eat them. He takes them back to his cave and stacks them in neat piles. Then he sighs with satisfaction.

Chocolate chips. Oatmeal raisin. Peanut butter. Coconut maroons. He loves them all. They may get stale but they stay free of ants. When they show up the dragon eats them. He likes their spiciness.


The Panel Jumper Does Octobriana and the Heap

I got an email on Sunday from Cole Hornaday reminding me about his Panel Jumper series of videos. The main videos are neat little documentaries about various aspects of comic book history. In particular he has episodes focusing on two of the weird heroes I’ve appropriated for … whatever …
Click these links for histories of:
Muck Men (including the Heap)
Octobriana

After you’ve checked out those videos spend some time listening to the Perfect Bound podcast. It’s an entertaining and informative way to spend your quarantine!

Face the Face

The Face had a simple premise: radio announcer Tony Trent puts on a scary mask to fight crime. I like the basicness of the concept. Trent had no supernatural powers and his adversaries were primarily just ordinary crooks. The Face was featured in the anthology Big Shot Comics, appearing in 62 stories. In issue 63 Tony Trent stopped wearing the mask and went on to have another 40 adventures until the Big Shot was cancelled with issue 104.

This is the third time I’ve spent time (re)designing the Face. I did one version here and a second here.

I started with the idea that I was going to just update that second version but it wasn’t clicking. It didn’t look scary. So I went back to the original Big Shot design – short hair, no eyebrows – and played around with different variations..

I do like the horrifying version with all the exposed teeth but I ultimately decided on a look that wouldn’t require a lot of prosthetics (or magic) to pull off.

The original Face fought crime while wearing a blue tuxedo. It’s not a bad style. I went with a brown suit that, I think, more emphasizes the weird green and red mask. In the 1940s wearing a tuxedo made the Face stand out. Suits were the standard uniform of even the lower classes. These days suits are less common so fighting crime in one would be unusual. And, to me, more comfortable than the spandex and leather that most superheroes put on. I also think that, these days, a plain brown suit makes the Face look more like a middle class crime fighter. I get that the “hero with a secret identity” originated with rich guys (The Scarlet Pimpernel, Zorro, Batman) but I’m not a rich guy and, the older I get, the less sympathy I have for rich guys.

I honestly don’t know what, if anything, I’ll do with the Face but now I have a standard version to use.

News from the Night Forest

A couple of updates on the Mighty Nizz project –
Sarah wrote a vignette and it’s live on the site.
Unless something goes wrong, Nizz will be the star of my 2022 calendar. Zazzle has a calendar template that I should be able to make work for my preferences. I’m hoping I can customize the template to include people’s birthdays but I haven’t really looked at that yet. I will update you as I figure it out.

These Days …

Last week I forgot to do an “Influences” section. This week I’m sort of putting that section and this one together. After I’d written about Bill Peet I thought about other chlidren’s book authors I might want to feature and, of course, Dr. Suess came up. His books were ubiquitous for kids who grew up when I did. Obviously his work had some influence on me.

Right?

At first my answer was, “Kinda. Sorta.”

I don’t remember wanting to draw like Suess. I couldn’t remember any specific Suess story that had an impact on me. I remember How the Grinch Stole Christmas and Horton Hears a Who from the cartoon specials rather than the books from which they were adapted. I’m sure the absurdity in his stories and art had an impact but I couldn’t come up with anything specific.

And then it was announced that some Dr. Suess books are no longer going to be printed. My first thought was, “Which books?” because the first few memes I saw didn’t say. Being a someone who prefers to know what he’s getting upset about I did some research and found the list –
1. And to Think that I Saw it on Mulberry Street
Marco watches the sight and sounds of people and vehicles traveling along Mulberry Street and dreams up an elaborate story to tell to his father at the end of his walk.
2. If I Ran the Zoo
Gerald McGrew visits a zoo and finds that the animals are “not good enough” and describes how he would run the zoo. He would let all of the current animals free and find new, more bizarre and exotic ones.
3. McElligot’s Pool
A boy named Marco is ridiculed for fishing in a small, polluted pool, and tries to justify himself by imagining the fish he might catch
4. On Beyond Zebra
The young narrator, not content with the confines of the ordinary alphabet, invents additional letters beyond Z, with a fantastic creature corresponding to each new letter.
5. Scrambled Eggs Super
A young boy named Peter T. Hooper spins a tale of an incredible meal he created by harvesting the eggs of fantastically exotic birds.
6. The Cat’s Quizzer
The Cat in the Hat asks many, sometimes ridiculous, questions of the reader.

Of the six on the list I remember having read the first four. I don’t remember much about them. The summaries I’ve included came from the Suess Bibliograpy wikipeda page. I don’t remember racist imagery in the illustrations but when I was a kid I wouldn’t have noticed much. There was enough racist imagery all around me that such illustrations probably seemed normal. I was a white kid growing up in a mostly white community. I didn’t see a lot of examples of other races and cultures. The human beings in the good doctor’s illustrations were all pretty cartoonish. I didn’t have the awareness to know the difference between generally cartoonish and offensively cartoonish.

I did feel disappointment in hearing that some of the Suess catalog would go out of print. I especially felt a twinge over the loss of Mulberry Street. That was Suess’ first published kids book and had been rejected by multiple publishers before it debuted in 1937. It had been an example for me of success through determinated effort. I’m also attached to the idea that a book I liked once would be available for me to read again someday. But books go out of print all the time. Most of the books on my shelves right now are out of print. Before print on demand, most books got one, maybe two print runs and that was it. Mulberry Street was in print for EIGHTY-FOUR years. The Cat’s Quizzer, the most recent of the books, first saw print in 1976. I’ve had plenty of opportunities to buy a copy of it or any of those other Suess books.

Theodore Guiesel aka Dr. Suess passed away in 1991. His widow, Audrey Guiesel, passed away in 2018. His books and the licensing of his characters is now managed by Dr. Suess Enterprises. It’s a nonprofit company but it exists in a capitalist world. It’s a property management company. They could have had the books edited to change or remove offensive content. Suess himself did it slightly once with Mulberry Street. I’m sure there would have been outrage at that. But the money to made with Suess’ work isn’t in publishing books. It’s in licensing. Licensing for toys, film and television adaptations, games. It’s in recognizable characters like the Cat in the Hat, Horton the Elephant, the Lorax and other non-human creations. Those characters can be sold to any parent of any race and ethnic background. Those characters can be marketed internationally.

It’s been over a week since the announcement and the internet has moved on to other outrages. I have a lot of time to think while I deliver mail and I’ve devoted more time to thinking about Suess in the last couple of weeks than I have in the last twenty years. I realized that, yes, I did have some favorite Suess stories. The 500 Hats of Bartholomew Cubbins. Bartholomew and the Oobleck. Green Eggs and Ham. The Pants with Nobody in Them. Horror stories for children. 

Most folks probably wouldn’t consider them such. They all have happy endings. I don’t remember if any of those stories gave me nightmares but they are fuel for such. Pants, in particular, has haunted me through the years. I’d forgotten about Bartholomews adventures until I read the Suess bibliography. Pants was a story that I’d use as an example of a really creepy children’s story. I was disappointed to discover that it’s not actually titled The Pants with Nobody in Them. The proper title is What Was I Scared Of? That telegraphs the pleasant resolution. I did remember that the pants and the narrator became friends. But I remember more the disturbing idea of being stalked by a piece of empty clothing.

I don’t need to own those books. I need to let go of a lot of the books I own now. I love having a big library but eventually we’ll have to move and it will be a lot easier to do that with a lot less books. Those Suess books that are no longer being published will, sooner or later, enter the public domain. Mulberry Street will do so in twelve years, in 2033. At that time anyone will be able to publish the story. They can publish the original version. Or they can redo it to fit their own taste. It will be interesting to see the variations we get.

In the meantime, I hope you own the books you love and you have time to read them. See you next week!

Skook WIP #11

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Today is March the 12th, 2021. Friday the 12th. One day away from being a Friday the 13th. Supposedly the 13th is a day for bad luck. I’ve only experienced one bad luck Friday the Thirteenth. That was back when I was 16 on a bicycle tour of Europe. I got lost. I got into an accident that required replacing my back wheel. I was grumpy and frustrated. I was also in Europe with friends so, in retrospect, it wasn’t that bad a day. Perspective is everything.

Today is also the fifth day of my Long Week. Because of rotating days off mail carriers have a six day work week once every five weeks. That week is bookended by a three day weekend at the beginning of the week and a two day weekend at the end. After seven years at USPS I’ve gotten used to it. Of course I complain about it. I am human. Humans complain. It’s in the handbook.

Tomorrow is Saturday the 13th. Since it’s the last day of my Long Week it seems like a lucky day to me.

Shall we get started?

Greeting Card Conversions

Once again – before (scans of the original hand drawn and colored illustrations) and after (digitally cleaned up, edited and ready to print) versions of greeting card designs. The after versions are available in my Zazzle shop.

Let it Snow!

I love the idea of snow. Here in Seattle it only takes a little snow to shut the city down. But I still have to go work. So I don’t love the reality of snow.

That’s okay. This mouse isn’t me. He’s enjoying himself!

Forget the cold. Forget the wet. Enjoy the miracle of fluffy frozen water drifting down from the sky!

A Master of the Feather Duster

Armed with a feather duster, Jeeves attacked the disorder and entropy of the house. Armed with dry wit and keen observation Jeeves deflated the egos of his “masters”.

Jeeves is unflappable. Mess not with the Jeeves.

A Room with a View

Available soon: one room, great views, very cozy, perfect for writer or monk or other single hermit. Current occupant is a working mother who is looking forward to stretching her wings and getting away from it all.

The mother will be taking her children with her. Some redecorating may be necessary.

Eight Arms to Hug You 

Love is whatever you make with whoever will make it with you. Love can happen at the beach or the bottom of the sea. Love is a word. A gesture. A look. Love is vast and may have suckers.

Love is where you look for it. Love is where it looks back. Love is love is love.

Bigfoot Boogie

Sasquatch are generally solitary creatures. Mostly quiet. Mostly keeping to themselves. Once in a while they feel a need to be social and loud. You won’t hear them. They know how to be loud a long way from human ears.

Most human ears anyway. They consider the Mighty Nizz to be, if not exactly a Sasquatch, different from those critters that only see a forest for the number of trees they can slaughter.

The above is a process gif of one my Mighty Nizz illustrations. The final illustration is available on all kinds of stuff in my Redbubble store. Plug. Plug.

Defining Octobriana 

Octobriana is 50 years old this year. I first met her as supporting character in The Adventures of Luther Arkwright back in the early Nineties. Her first published appearance was in 1971 in Octobriana and the Russian Underground. Her original adventures can be read here. Supposedly she was the creation of a group of Soviet artists and writers in the 1960s. She wasn’t. That’s a hoax. But it’s a story that gives the character an attractive background and it inspired quite a few comic book artists to use her in new stories in the following decades.

I’ve drawn her in my sketchbooks a few times over the years. I included a couple of illustrations of her in my 2019 daily drawing project. One of those is now gracing a coffee mug in my Zazzle store. She seems like she’d be fun to use for other merchandise so I set about doing development sketches.


My version of Octobriana is more conservatively dressed than most other depictions. I’m a fan of dressing comfortably. That boob bandana she is usually shown wearing just doesn’t seem practical, especially in a fight. Octobriana has magic powers and deadly combat skills. Maybe she also has superior sartorial sorcery?

That’s a question I didn’t try to address in these sketches.


Part of the fun of drawing Octobriana is that she’s angry almost all the time. Well, maybe not angry, maybe passionate is a better term. She’s a revolutionary. Revolutionaries have got to have strong emotions to keep going. Octobriana stares into the abyss and laughs.


What will I be doing with Octobriana?

Eh. I don’t know. Part of my creative process is to (re)invent a character first and then find a place for them. In the process of trying to write this part of the newsletter I came up with a new backstory for Octobriana that ties into a few of my other imaginary mythologies. Once she was Nurri Kala, child of the caverns, daughter of Surrilana, Blessed of the Blue Flame, priest of Shub Niggurath, citizen of Carcosa, Devil Woman of the Endless Revolution. All that is a bit too complicated to fit on a coffee mug.

These Days …

The house is quiet. It’s been quiet for a week. Thing One and Thing Two have moved on to better places.

No, they aren’t dead! They’ve literally moved somewhere else.

Names have been changed to protect the innocent and to laugh at search engines. The Thing One and Thing Two designations come from Dr. Suess’s The Cat in the Hat. I’m sure you know the story.

Thing One came to us a year and a half ago. “Came to us” sounds effortless. It wasn’t. Thing One is one of Sarah’s young cousins – 22 at the time of acquistion. Sarah had been in contact with some of her cousins in Texas. A group of them was homeless and she had been trying to help them out, not an easy thing to do given the distance and our minimal resources. He and Sarah had struck up a friendship via text and messenger. He was living in and around Spring, Texas. He was friendly and had spent some time caring for elderly relatives when he was younger. Sarah has medical issues that have made her eligible for in home caregiving. The agencies in charge of supporting caregivers advocate making family members caregivers whenever possible. Sarah had had one caregiver that she’d really liked and a number that hadn’t been good fits. Her favorite caregiver was needing to return to her home country for a while so Sarah got approval and offered the job to Thing One.

That was the easy part. One had lost his ID. He had no bank account. He had a cellphone for communication and not much else. You can’t get on a plane without an ID. You can’t get an ID without a mailing address. It took months of wrangling to get him an ID and onto a plane. It was his first plane ride. He’d never been out of Texas before. He arrived in Seattle in September, 2019.

He spent the first year sleeping on a couch in our library/studio. He got certified as a caregiver in Washington and got a regular salary. He cleaned and cooked and helped Sarah with physical therapy.

In August, 2020 our housemate moved out and we rearranged things so One got his own room. Less than a month later we acquired Thing Two.

Thing Two came to us from Spokane in Eastern Washington. She was 20 years old and she says she’d never been out of Spokane. She was part of group of friends that Thing One had bonded with online. One of her parents had just been arrested for assaulting her and Thing One thought she needed rescue. He convinced a neighbor friend to give him a ride to Spokane and bring her back. Yeah, we agreed to it. We believe in helping people when we can. She and Thing One shared his room.

There was drama. Drama with exes. Drama within their online groups. We didn’t see most of it. It happened online and over the phone with people in other states. They mostly kept to their room. Eventually things got heated enough that the Things needed to go. Thing Two went to Pennsylvania to live with friends on February 25th. Thing One went to live with loved ones in Texas on March 5th.

I had hoped that, in living with us, they would have the chances to build up their resources (mental and economic) so that when they moved on they would be better off than when they arrived. And they were better off. They went to places that are a better fit for them. We’re told to live by the Golden Rule: “Do to others what you would have them do to you”. That’s a good start, but one that doesn’t take the other into account. A more compassionate rule is: “Do to others how they would want done to them”. That one is harder because it requires communication and observation. It requires that I am able have honest, revealing conversations with the other person and that I am able to observe their actions and way of being in the world enough to be able antipicate their needs and wants. It requires time and patience. It requires communication skills that I’m still trying to develop.

The world that existed for me in my twenties doesn’t exist for the Things. Their home lives were very different  from mine. They have a neurodivergencies that I hadn’t really heard of at their age. It’s common to complain that “kids these days” spend too much time on their phones but cell phones didn’t exist when I was their age. Neither did the internet. I’d keep thinking about what I would be doing at their age in their situation and I’d have to keep reminding myself that my experiences couldn’t be used to fit their situation. Economics were different. I didn’t live through a pandemic.

So we gave them a place to stay and regroup. We made sure they got fed. We tried to pass on the knowledge and wisdom that we thought would help. The Things are intelligent. They are generally kind and honest. Thing One is creating a family with people his own age. Thing Two is living with people who were expecting her. I’ve lived long enough to guess the problems that they will face. I wanted them to be better prepared for the world before they left. But they are not me and they have their own experiences and mistakes to learn from. I wish them well.

I wish y’all well as well. I hope that your loved ones treat you as you wish to be treated and you can talk about it when they don’t. I hope you are able to do the reverse with them. See you next week!

Skook WIP #10

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Well hello! It’s a delight to see you again! The constant insanity of the modern civilization doesn’t seem to be infecting you at all!

Me? I’m okay. There are been some bumps in the road but whether those bumps are problems or high points is something I’m still figuring out. I’ll talk about those next week when they are more sorted out. This week, let’s just talk about some art. We’ll start, as usual, with some greeting card conversions, before (scans of ink, colored pencil and marker drawings) and after (digitally cleaned up and edited) versions. (The final designs are available in my Zazzle shop.)

Carving Your Face

In America, Halloween is the season for giving faces to oversized, hollowed out squashes. This is, apparently, an evolution of an old European traditon of carving faces into hollowed out turnips. A long series of films to the contrary, it is not a season for killing teenagers. Killing teenagers is frowned upon by all right thinking people. If you’ve been thinking about killing teenagers, please consider carving pumpkins instead.

Admittedly, killing teenagers will give you more cardiovascular exercise. However, most teenagers are actually more entertaining when they are alive than otherwise. Pumpkins are much more entertaining as objects to carve than teenagers. Plus, you can roast the seeds for a tasty snack!

There are No Weak Kittens

One day Sarah, my fabulous wife, described herself as feeling “weak as a kitten”. That comment inspired this card design. She has the original.

That original was done on a sheet of 8.5×11 folded in thirds. For the version that’s in my shop I had a lot of fun moving and reorienting the elements to fit a standard 5×7 greeting card design. Climb those curtains baby!

A Bit of a Breeze

There you are, walking with your umbrella, staring at your feet, thinking out what you’re going to have for lunch, trying to keep dry and suddenly …

The wind gives you a new perspective!

The world is suddenly a much bigger place. So many colors! So many birds! So much moss on people’s roofs!

Love Is …

Time is short. Spend as much of it on the things that bring you joy in the company of those you love.

A little peace and some cuddling makes the chaos of the rest of the day so much more bearable.

Hail to the King!

Photoshop is a massive program and my knowledge of it is actually pretty minimal. I know how to do a few things fairly well but the program can do so much more than I use it for. Lately I’ve been practicing making gifs of my illustration processes. I save my work in layers so making gifs is fairly easy. This process gif is of one of my King in Yellow portraits.

Influences – Chuck Jones

Chuck Jones is the one of the first film directors I remember identifying. I didn’t really know what he did, I just knew I liked his cartoons more than most of the other cartoons I saw on television. The short cartoons were funny. The smart characters outwitted the buffoons. The drawings were attractive.
As an adult I can identify why I liked Jones’ work more than other cartoon short directors. His character designs are a mix of angles and long curves. His heroes were the smart guys. They succeeded by being more clever than their adversaries. When the clever ones crashed it was usually from failing to think out the ramifications of their latest plan. (Hello Wile E. Coyote!)

I saw most of his work on television. There was the regular Bugs Bunny show on Saturday morning and during the week there were blocks of cartoons that played on a local station in the afternoons. There was The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. Horton Hears a Who. Rikki-Tikki-Tavi. He drew a comic strip that ran in our local paper for awhile. I loved the art but it didn’t really stand out from the other strips. Jones was a master at motion and timing in film. His strip looked good but didn’t have the space to play to his strengths.


My Moe and Detritus/Misspent Youths comics owe a lot to Jones. The heroes (mostly) succeeded by being smarter than the bad guys, by being (mostly) calm in the face of chaos. Hell, I owe a lot of my personality to Jones. I got bullied and picked on as a kid. He gave me examples of characters who faced bullies and survived (and thrived) by being more rational and much weirder than their foes.

Model Sheeting the Super-Wizard

Last week I posted concept sketches and a model sheet process gif of the Heap. This week I’m posting concept sketches and a process gif of Stardust the Super-Wizard. (Superwizard? Super Wizard?)

The first thing I realized as I started sketching Stardust is that, in the original comics, his expressions were pretty much the same from panel to panel. They ran the gamut from stern to slightly more stern. I spent all of two seconds considering making my version of Stardust just as stoic and blank faced as the original before deciding, “Nah. That’s no fun!”


The original Stardust seems to be a giant – taller than regular humans. I made him about ten feet tall, lanky and stretched out. He’s a space wizard. Maybe he grew up in zero gravity. Maybe he grew up on a planet with lighter gravity than Earth. Maybe his practice of superscience has transformed his body. I’ll figure it out later.

Expressions!

I updated Stardust’s outfit slightly, more for the fun of it than because there was anything wrong with the original. I don’t question the fashion choices of technosorcerors.

That guy in brown standing behind Stardust? His name is Bill. He’ll be in most of the model sheets for size comparison. He claims he’s 5’10” but, you know guys, he may be exaggerating somewhat. He is on the taller side of average. The average height for men in the USA is 5’9″. Since I’m an American that’s the height I’m conditioned to think of when I have to think “taller than” or “shorter than” average when designing characters.

What do I plan to do with Stardust? When I know I’ll tell you!

These Days …

“Bad art is forever.”

I have a friend who likes to quote that when talking about why he noodles on all his projects and has abandoned many altogether. I get that. I want to be proud of the work I produce. I want it to be the best it can be. I’m also plagued with more ideas and images and thoughts than I will ever get down on paper. I plan the work. I do the work. I fix glaring mistakes. I resist noodling. I put it out in the world and leave it to the world to judge whether it is good or bad.

I will always see the faults in my work. Most creative folks can tell you everything that sucks about their work before they can point out what’s good. But art, good and bad, exists in interaction between the work and the audience. Once I put art into the world it’s no longer completely mine. I retain the copyright and the trademark but the interpretation? The judgment of goodness, badness, coolness, greatness? That belongs to the audience. And that’s great! Not because the creator is a bad judge of their own work (although they often are, both rightly and wrongly) but because humans are social animals and art is part of the conversation we have with each other.

I got an email recently about Misspent Youths, a comic book series I created back in 1991.

Hi, there! I just wanted to let you know that I’ve been a fan of Misspent Youths for a while now–since they came out, actually, when I was a disgruntled and disaffected teenager working in a comic shop. The shop I worked at brought them in and I snatched them off the shelf eagerly whenever they arrived, but for whatever reason (it might have involved the store eventually going under; it’s kind of hard to remember) I never got to read Issue #5. Flash forward three decades and my original copies have long since vanished into the aether and I’m in lockdown halfway across the continent from my hometown. Regardless, I got a hankering to read Misspent Youths again and found a set on eBay for a reasonable amount, so I ponied up my money and waited. Well, they arrived today and I couldn’t be more pleased. I’ve read the first issue again so far and it’s just as great as I’d remembered it (and captured much of the flavour from my hometown’s punk scene in the ’90s (minus the Pile and the cop homicide (though we sometimes wished it were otherwise)). Interesting characters, fun dialogue, compelling story–just great  all around. In any case, I just wanted to shoot you a quick line to let you know that those comics you put out all that time ago imprinted on and have stuck with someone since they came out, and I’m thrilled to finally be able to read the entire series through for the first time. Thank you very much for the quality read.

I thanked the author, Chris Eng, for writing, saying –

Your email made my day. I’m delighted that, thirty years later, someone would track down issues of Misspent Youths. I hope issue five was a good read!

He replied:
Issue five was, weirdly, really touching. I mean, it did bring back the shitty kitchen job I had in my teens (where I put up with the first of many exploitative managers but thankfully not a hostage situation), but the issue in general was a nice coda on the (too) brief tales of Detritus and Moe (and all of the other assorted and endearing members of the cast of characters). The series in general summed up my time in my hometown’s punk scene: all of us living as best as we could and looking out for each other while scraping bottom. Good times all round. (Also, can I just say that I would have loved to have seen Detritus and Moe in Bugtown? That would have been a hell of a story. I’m imagining the bizarre and intense meeting between Detritus and Hiroshima. Or the Pile jamming with the Bulldaggers.)

His letter did more than make my day, it made my week. I loved doing Misspent Youths. I loved the characters. Doing that book was fun and exhausting and satisfying and … unprofitable. The publisher didn’t make any money. I certainly didn’t make any money. I did draw 160 pages of comics in about a year while working a part-time job. Brave New Words (the publishing company – they also put out the first four issues of Oz Squad) put out more issues of Misspent Youths than any other series they printed. Cancelling the series was a mutual decision – the guy behind Brave New Words was reassessing his business plan and I wanted a break to improve my art skills. I’d planned to pick the series up again, to publish it myself.

Other things happened instead. My drawing skills did improve. I drew the Misspent Youths characters in some calendars that got printed at Kinkos and sold to friends. I got married. I moved from Santa Rosa, California to Seattle, Washington. My wife and I tried running a publishing company and put out few anthology magazines. I worked in a couple bookstores and as an office manager and now as mail carrier. In the thirty years since Misspent Youths I’ve illustrated/collaborated on a lot of projects (comics, RPGs, novels) that haven’t gotten finished. I’ve enjoyed that work. I got paid for most of it. I’ve improved my skills in the process. But I’ll never get any fan letters complimenting or complaining to me about that work. It sits, unfinished, in my files.

Bad art in the world is more fun than great art in a drawer. I’m not saying that Misspent Youths was bad. Not at all. I put my heart and soul into it. It was the best work I could do at the time. And it’s out in the world. Copies can be found on ebay and on comics specialty sites. If the internet crashed all the art on my websites would be unavailable but someone could still read an issue of Misspent Youths.

I’m a different person than I was when I did that book. The characters still keep me company but they’re older and wiser and (mostly) more settled. They wave to me from the back of my imagination. I love the idea of drawing comics but, so far, working as a mail carrier doesn’t leave me the time and mental energy necessary to do an ongoing series. Drawing is relatively easy. Writing takes more concentration than it used to.

So what’s my point?

Number One –
A big thank you to Chris Eng for writing! Chris has finished some projects of his own. He has a couple of novels available through Amazon: Molotov Hearts and ZeroWave. He didn’t ask me to include those links.

Number Two –
That project you’re working on? Finish it. Put it out into the world. Art is ephemeral. Do the best you can and let it go. What was brilliant once is often considered terrible by a new audience. What was obscure and forgotten originally can find new fans. But it needs to be available.

Yes, I’m talking to myself as much as to y’all.

Back to work. See you next week!

Skook WIP #8

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Welcome to the eighth issue of the Skook Works in Progress newsletter. Thank you for reading! Or at least looking at the pictures.

Greeting Card Conversions

As usual, we’ll look at a few before (ink and marker/colored pencil drawing) and after (Photoshop edited) greeting card designs. The final versions are all available in my Zazzle store.

Out of the Depths

The Creature from the Black Lagoon is my favorite of the Universal Monsters. Hanging out in the sea with fish seems like a cool way to live. I’m pretty sure I saw Revenge of the Creature before I saw the original movie. Of course I did a cartoon bunny version of the character!

All the Creature wanted was companionship. It was the last of its kind. Sure, it killed a few people but a lot of those people had it coming. If they’d left it alone it wouldn’t have gotten so aggro.

Hmmm. Companionship. Solitude. The eternal conflict of the sensitive soul.

Cuteness and Cuddles

Kermit claims that it’s not easy being green. It seems more likely that it’s just not easy being Kermit. A lot of my favoite things are green.

This critter has no problem being green. She’s got her ragdoll for company and a good set of specs to see the world in all its wonderful detail.

 

A Little Bit Shy

I mentioned last issue that I like dragons but I don’t often draw them because there are already a lot of great depictions of dragons out there. Still, once in a while, a dragon must be drawn. Even shy, self effacing dragons can make demands.

Yes, shy dragon. We see you. You’re a handsome critter. Please don’t set the furniture on fire.

Fox Music

I will not make a joke about a horny fox.
I will not make a joke about a horny fox.
I will not …

Ooops.

Shhhh. Don’t interrupt this solo.

Drink This

Greeting cards are momentary expressions. A mug is a necessity. One of the best surprises of my daily sketch project in 2019 is how many of those sketches were good drawings. And good bases for mug designs. Here are a couple of repurposed illustrations of two Fletcher Hanks’ most famous characters.

Stardust Superwizardry

Stardust is a superwizard. He uses highly advanced technology to punish evildoers.

When need arises he can multiply himself for extra wizardry. And to show off.

Fantomah Will Get You

Fantomah hates you. Fantomah hates just about everyone. Fantomah is not a people person.

If you value your safe human existence you will stay out of Fantomah’s jungles.

Influences – Norman Rockwell

I chose the following three Saturday Evening Post cover illustrations to represent my love of Norman Rockwell’s work because they are great comic strips. It’s fun to imagine that in some alternate world, Rockwell drew a Sunday comic. Or produced graphic novels.

Rockwell was prolific. Over 300 paintings for the Post. Over 4000 published paintings in his lifetime. Book covers. Interior illustrations. Movie posters. I love the detail and expression in his work. Every person depicted is unique. Every object seems to have a history. His images are moments captured, snapshots of an ongoing story.

Every time I look at his work I’m inspired to be a better artist, to pay more attention. To think about the story an illustration is encapsulating.

These Days …

I got lucky. I had a week off from USPS when Seattle got hit with a heavy snowfall. Snow was predicted at the end of that week so we got as many chores and errands out of the way as possible early in the week. We had light rain and clear days. It didn’t seem like snow was acoming.

We went to bed Friday night with a cloudy sky but that’s typical for Seattle. We had canceled plans to have a friend stay overnight because we were worried we wouldn’t be able to give her a ride home in the morning. It looked that might have been too much caution. We woke up with a few inches of snow on the ground and more falling. Between Friday night and Sunday afternoon we got 11 inches. On Sunday evening it started to rain. By Monday afternoon the roads were as safe to drive as they ever are.

Tuesday I went back to work. The mail for my route had not been delivered for three days. Saturday there had been too much snow and only the regulars delivered parts of their own routes. The mail for my route got cased up and left. Sunday was a regular day off. Monday was Presidents’s Day. There were Amazon parcel deliveries both days but I’m guessing they only concentrated what they knew they could get out. I started work at 6 am. I had a tub of unsorted mail left by carriers who didn’t know my route. I did a parcel run before I started sorting my route and I still ended up with a truck overflowing with parcels. (Literally. For the first two hours parcels would fall out of the back of the truck every time I opened the back.) Once it got dark I had to slow down. I put in a 15 hour day. It would have been longer but the night supervisor called me back to the station. I had to bring back two swings worth of mail.

I had spent my week off hanging out with Sarah, doing a lot of art and watching some good series via streaming. (No cable. We haven’t had cable in a decade.) I knew that my route would be a mess. I knew that mail would be heavy. I had gotten some rest. The sun came out and the day was relatively warm. So those 15 hours had some annoying parts but I did enjoy a lot of the day. I feel satisfied making chaos into order and getting mail and parcels to their proper places.

It didn’t hurt that I had Wednesday off. My body hurt but I got a day to recover. I got new tires installed at Costco. I have one of my old tires put in the trunk so I finally have a spare. During the last big snow (in 2018) I had run through a hidden pothole and shredded a tire. I discovered that my car didn’t come equipped with a spare in the trunk. Yes I should have checked sooner but since all my other cars had had them I just assumed that spares were standard. I am clearly not a car guy. Further evidence – my “new” spare is just a tire. It’s not a wheel, ready to just be popped on if needed. I had expected a wheel despite clearly not having an extra rim hanging around. Silly me. But it’s better than the nothing I had before.

My big sister came by with another “Corona Cooler” of her wonderful cooking. Puerto Rican pork ribs and red beans. Gluten free corn muffins. Lentil sausage soup. Gluten free Mexican chocolate upside down banana cake. She often exchanges the new cooler with the previous one after we’ve gone to bed but this time the sun was still up. We got to chat and give each other air hugs.

Thursday was a much shorter, easier day than Tuesday. Rain. Lots of parcels too big to carry in my satchel and therefore requiring extra trips. Still easier and shorter.

And now it’s Friday. Other parts of the country are getting a snowpocalypse that makes our weekend look like a tea party. I’m happy to complain about my week but I know it’s minor compared to the mess in Texas. If you’re in the middle of it I hope you are safe and warm. If you’re somewhere else I hope you’re safe and warm as well. Everyone should be safe and warm.

That’s all I’ve got for this week. See you next Friday!

Skook WIP #6

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We’ve made it six weeks into 2021! Congratulations to us! It’s Friday and time for another issue of the Skook Works In Progress newsletter i.e. this email. Here. Look at the pictures. Read the words. Form an opinion about something and send me an email.

You don’t have to do that part. I already appreciate that you’re spending some of your precious moments here. Thank you!

​Card Design Upgrades

Here is the latest set of before and after greeting card illustrations. The originals are scans of hand drawn illustrations. The afters are available in my Zazzle shop.

Mamas Don’t Let Your Puppies Grow Up to Be Cowhounds

He’s a good boy. A very good boy! He won’t fetch your slippers but he will round up the herd.

He’ll also look darned good doing it. He won’t get dusty or mudsplattered and he’ll always have a smile.

Dancing ThunderI have a friend who is very fond of rhinos. This happy critter was done as a commission for her. Below is my scan of the original. 
And below this is the modified version. What kind of music would inspire a rhino to dance?More Tea?This illustration was originally done as a thank you for a friend.

It’s the image I’ve made the least adjustments to. I increased the contrast so that the blacks are more prominent and the whites are brighter. I also replaced my original signature with my signature chop.

Feeding the Birds

All my illustrations are moments captured from a story. I don’t always know what the story is. I’m often simply trying to capture an image I’ve seen in my mind’s eye. If asked I know I could find a story to fit the illustration. I could find many. I’ve read a lot of horror stories and seen a lot of Sylvester and Tweety cartoons so if asked I might go to those sources for inspiration. That would be my mind following well worn grooves. I know that’s not the story here. I had friendly thoughts when I started drawing. 
To me, the additional colors suggest that friendlier story. 
Fantomah Needs Coffee

I did this black and white drawing of Fantomah in 2019. I like the drawing and thought it would look good on a mug. 
I made some adjustments – extending the illustration, changing the background and adding color – to make the design work better on the new “canvas”. Below is my process gif. 
Influences — Bernie Wrightson

I loved monsters as a kid. Some things don’t change. I started reading comics in the early Seventies. At the time the Comics Code had started to loosen up and comics featuring supernatural monsters – werewolves, vampires and the like – started being published. My allowance was small so, to begin with, I couldn’t buy any of these new horror comics but I did skim through them on the stands. I didn’t have friends who read comics but I was lucky enough to spend the afternoon reading the comics of the son of a friend of my mom’s. This comic was among the books. I mostly remember having read it. The cover stuck in my memory more than the story it is depicting.

Apparently that issue sold well enough and that story (Swamp Thing) got enough positive responses that DC Comics decided to launch a series based on the character. My budget didn’t let me buy the comic but I did check out each issue when I saw it on the comics rack.

Time passed. My allowance got a little bigger. I finally decided to start collecting Swamp Thing with issue 24. It was the final issue of that version of the series. It was cancelled after that. 
I was able to catch up with the whole series when we discovered Perelandra, a comic book shop. By then my brother and I both had paper routes and, for us, significant spending money. Swamp Thing issues 11-23 were drawn by Nestor Redondo. Redondo’s art was good but it was the art of the first ten issues that really hit me. The illustrator for those issues (and the original short story in House of Secrets) was Bernie Wrightson. I’d seen a lot of comic book art that I liked and thought was well done. Wrightson was one of the first artists I saw who both drew the way I wanted to and in a way I thought I eventually could.

Besides Swamp Thing I also found Wrightson’s work in the Warren black and white horror magazines. His style was a wonderful combination of the cartoonish and the grotesque. He drew handsome men, beautiful women and hideous monsters in way that had them all seem to exist in the same world.

Outside of comics Wrightson is probably best known for his illustrated version of Frankenstein first published in 1983. His work in the book is insanely detailed. His depiction of the creature is one of my favorites. 
I met Wrightson once in 2007 when he was a guest at the H.P. Lovecraft Film Festival. I had brought a copy of the first edition of his illustrated Frankenstein with me in the hopes of getting him to sign it. He looked at the book like seeing an old friend.

These Days …

At the end of each day I read a few pages from a book to Sarah. The last few years I’ve mostly read mysteries. We’ve got a stable of authors that we rotate through as their latest novel becomes available. We have two Sherlock Holmes adjacent series that are favorites – The Mycroft Holmes books by Kareem Abdul-Jabar and Anna Waterhouse and the Mary Russell books by Laurie R. King. The Abdul Jabbar/Waterhouse stories are prequels to Arthur Conan Doyle’s original stories and focus on the adventures of Sherlock’s older brother. The Mary Russell books are sequels that feature the adventures of a young woman who becomes Sherlock’s partner and, later, wife. There’s a forty to fifty year gap between the events of each series. We finished the most recent Mycroft Holmes book, The Empty Birdcage, a few weeks ago. We’re currently reading Laurie King’s not quite latest: Rivera Gold. Surprise, surprise! Zedzed is major character in both books.

Who?

“Basil” Vasily Zaharoff was a Greek arms dealer and general no-goodnik who lived from 1849 to 1936. He was known as Zedzed to his friends. I don’t remember having heard of him before meeting him in these novels. Apparently he’s the originator of that evil supervillain plan where you start a war so you can sell weapons to both sides. (More Sherlock Holmesian connections – that was Moriarty’s plan in both the movies A Game of Shadows and The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.) When he appeared in Birdcage I had assumed that he was a fictional character. Hs appearance in Rivera meant that he was either a real person or the authors had collaborated on creating a villain. The latter seemed unlikely so I looked him up.

The Mary Russell books are full of meetings between the detectives and real historical people. It appears that Mycroft Holmes books will follow that pattern as well. I may want to do research on some of the background characters to see how “real” they are. There are many Sherlock Holmes sequel series that feature the character meeting prominent historical figures. There are also quite a few stories that feature Holmes meeting other (less) famous fictional detectives or dealing monsters from popular horror fiction. The character of Holmes has been in the public domain for years and he gets a lot of work because of that. This article at The Guardian goes into greater detail about what he’s up to and who is writing about him.

I’m not actually a fan of Sherlock Holmes. I think he’s a great character. I’m happy to try new movies or television series that feature him but I don’t really seek him out. I read most of Doyle’s short stories when I was a kid. I enjoyed most of them well enough. Holmes solves a few of the mysteries with deductions or facts that, even as a kid, I knew to be wrong. Either Doyle hadn’t done his research properly or new facts had been discovered since he wrote the stories. I’m generally forgiving of old stories having outdated information but the stories themselves didn’t make me feel like I had to read everything Holmes. Hound of the Baskervilles is the only one of the original novels that I read.

Doyle famously got tired of writing the Holmes series and tried to kill the character off. It’s not surprising. It’s hard work writing about someone who is smarter than you are. I don’t think Doyle was stupid but he did have a number of beliefs that Holmes would have thought illogical. It’s telling that Professor Challenger, Doyle’s attempt at another series character, is far more id than superego.

Sarah is a fan of Sherlock Holmes in that the character exists at the center of a Venn diagram featuring other things she’s a fan of – English costume dramas and murder mysteries. She’s watched the Jeremy Brett series more than once and we’ve caught most of the new films and series that have come out in the last 20 years. She isn’t so inspired that she’s hunted down other written versions besides the King or the Abdul-Jabbar/Waterhouse series. We started the King series in large part because we knew it featured a smart female detective working with Holmes. She started the Abdul-Jabbar/Waterhouse books because she’d liked enough of Jabbar’s nonfiction that she wanted to try his try at fiction.

Zedzed meets with Mycroft briefly in Birdcage. We’re a third of the way through Riviera and he has only been spoken about. I expect he’ll have a more prominent presence as the novel continues.

Outside of books, real life continues. I was disappointed to discover that getting a new President doesn’t automatically result in a new Postmaster General or Postal Board of Directors. Unless the current batch resigns or the new President fires them they’ll be on the job for another three years. Or more.

Last week I sent in my vote on the new contract between the union and USPS. We’ve been working without a contract since 2019. If this one gets ratified it will mean a little back pay and more certainty of employment for a few years.

Parcel volumes are low so I’m working less overtime. Smaller paychecks but more time to work on art.

Thank you for reading! I hope your life is pleasantly boring. If it is exciting I hope it’s because you’ve chosen that state. See you next Friday!

Skook WIP #4

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It’s Friday! Time for another set of before (original drawings) and after (ready for print) images, a few words, an appreciation and a few more words. All you folks who have subscribed in the last couple of weeks – THANK YOU! Time is precious and I am honored that you’re spending some of your time here.

All of the final designs below are available in my Zazzle store. I’m mostly concentrating on creating greeting card and coffee mug designs right now but I will be creating other products down the line. Feel free to make requests!

Grizzly Bear Boogie

Yes, the Crocodile Rock was amazing but you haven’t gotten down until you’ve done the Grizzly Bear Boogie! The original version, as performed by actual bears, not the lame covers performed by tiny humans.
The above image is larger than most of the others in my card design series. It was originally done as a commission. Below is the version that appears in my shop. 
Koala Cone Contentment

When I was a kid, books about wild life told me that panda bears were not actually bears, that they were actually more closely related to raccoons. This was before DNA was used to determine animal ancestry and relation. It turned out that pandas look like bears because they are bears. Their divergent diets and odd “thumbs” are the result of evolutionary adaptations to their environment.

Koalas are not bears. At all. They don’t wear polo shirts and slacks either but I’ve taken liberties. I did an internet search to see if koalas are known to like ice cream but nothing turned up in the early results. I’m guessing they do. 
Koalas are also not blue. But with all the other liberties I’ve taken, what’s one more?

Any guesses as to what flavors he’s enjoying?
Not a Bronto

When I was a kid there was a dinosaur called a Brontosaurus. Unlike the Panda, who was misclassified, the Brontosaurus was misconstructed. Or, to be more precise, misreconstructed. When its fossil remains were displayed it was given the wrong skull. The skull actually belonged to a dinosaur named the Apatosaurus. The Brontosaurus was retired. Scientifically. But the Brontosaurus (the “Thunder Lizard”) was, to the general public, one of the most known and popular dinosaurs. Eventually the original fossil skeleton, minus the Apatosaurus skull, was designated Brontosaurus. Again.

That’s the simple version of the story. The above illustration isn’t based on any known species of Apatosaurus or Brontosaurus. It’s likely that neither species was pink. Or orange. But we’ll probably never know.

Little Monster Bubbles

This little monster knows how to blow some big bubbles!

Pink bubbles for a blue monster. It’s only blue in color. It’s very happy emotionally. 
Stardust in Your Cup

Stardust is a comic book character that has fallen into public domain. He’s fun to draw so he’s made a few appearances on my website. The image below was one of the daily drawings I did in 2019. 
I did those daily drawings in landscape format and I’ve found that they look pretty good on coffee mugs. The original drawings don’t cover the entire mug so, when possible, I’ve extended the illustrations to better fit the “canvas”. Below is the version of the illustration that appears on the mugs. 
And here is the mock up that I’m showcasing on Zazzle. Drink up! Stardust can’t be everywhere. You might need to take on an alien supervillain or two yourself!
Inspiration: Bill Peet

I own more Bill Peet books as an adult than I did as a kid. We owned a lot of books but our budget was limited so we didn’t just buy a book when we wanted to read it. Usually we checked it out of the library. My brother and I read a lot. We’d visit both our local library in Sebastopol and the main branch in Santa Rosa. Different branches had different selections of books. I think you could have books transferred from one branch to another but that would have required talking to a librarian. I did become friends with librarians when I was older. At picture book reading age I was much more reticent to ask grown up for things so I just read what the library had on its shelves.  
I’m not sure which of his books I read as a kid but there a couple that stand out. Cappy Boppy made a huge impression. I’d never heard of capybaras before. A giant ginea pig as a pet? Cool! I don’t currently own a copy of the book. If you’d have asked me I would have told you that the illustrations were in color. When I looked for example online I discovered that they were black and white. 
His other book that really impacted me was The Wump World. The Wumps were cute capybara type critters whose planet gets colonized by aliens in big ships that looked like Nixon heads. I don’t remember if we read this or Cappy Boppy first. I do own a copy of this book. 
Peet created his illustrations with a nib pen and colored pencils. The characters in the drawings are animated and lively and have clear, wonderful expressions.  I reread a few of his books as I was writing this entry. His stories were anywhere for 32 to 48 pages (and longer) and included a good chunk of text. They make me want to do my own childrens’ books.

These Days … 

My wife, Sarah, and I are gods. Small gods of a small universe with small furry worshippers. The universe is our apartment. The worshippers are our two cats, Chemo and Sabe. Sarah is the god of comfortable laps and food that can be sniffed but not tasted. I am the god that provides food and refreshes the litter box. For Chemo, the younger cat, I am also the god that throws toy mice and provides an auxilary lap when the god of comfortable laps is not available.

Some folks would suggest that we are not gods but simply servants to our cats. But what are gods? Gods are big mysterious beings who provide things according to their own whims. One prays to ones gods for boons but there’s no guarantee that the gods will follow through. Gods are, for most people, powerful yet unreliable personal assistants with too much responsibility and a poor respnse time who can’t be fired.

Chemo is very direct about his prayers. He makes them loudly. “This door is closed! Why is this door closed? I know you’re in there! Open this door! You’re home! Time to throw the mice! You’re sitting! Pick me up! Put me on your lap! Is it Tuesday yet? What is a Tuesday?”

Sabe is more subtle but more insistant. He sits at my feet and stares at me. If I fail to respond in a timely manner he bites my toe. It’s not a hard bite but it’s definitely noticeable. Answering his prayers is pretty easy. If he’s asking for my attention he probably wants to be fed. I sometimes try to pet him or provide him with a lap but, while he sometimes goes along with getting a good scratching, unless I follow through with a feeding he’ll be back there biting my toes.

This relationship seems to work for all of us. Yes, Sabe occasionally attempts to escape his small universe in order to explore the larger universe he has observed from the windows but those attempts are done with minor force and are easily countered. Yes, Chemo will yowl outside our bedroom door in the middle of the night. I’ve learned not to let him in. He isn’t planning to curl up and go to sleep. If I let him in he’ll wander around inside our bedroom yowling. Sometimes gods don’t answer prayers.

We keep them fed and warm. They provide us with attractive beings who we can love who don’t need to be taken on walks or borrow the car or watch stupid comedy shows or otherwise disturb the rhythms of our lives. Our divine responsibilities are manageable and simplier than our secular obligations. The cats seem more satisfied with their gods than many humans are with ours.

Thank you for reading. May your gods keep you safe and warm and answer your necessary prayers. See you next week!