Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Monster Update

Been a few days since I've posted any monster, to fill my quota, here's a couple of sketches. The top guy's head kinda reminded me of a Skeksis dude from The Dark Crystal, so I named the file after those characters.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006


Fresh off the drawin' table/computer screen....and direct to..your computer's Bonehead, ladies and gents...!

Friday, March 17, 2006

Monkey Business

Haven't posted much in the way of cartoony stuff on the characters, animals, but I've done lots and lots over the's something recent.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Monday, March 13, 2006

Suped-Up Firebird

This started as a very low-res, grainy image of a yellow Firebird that I found on the 'net. I isolated the car and basically repainted over the entire image, adding the motor, from various bits and pieces, painting on top along the way. This was originally created as part of a t-shirt design, with other elements behind it, though I'm not sure if it ever went into production.

Friday, March 10, 2006

The Hills Are Alive With The Sound Of Monsters..Preview

Here are some preview images, still in progress, of a comic idea I've been working on called 'The Hills Are Alive With The Sound Of Monsters'..hopefully more stuff soon.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Moonglade Of Dark Forest studies

A bunch of random sketches and more finished drawings within the world of Moonglade. You can find some other Moonglade drawings, from older posts, which have been updated with thumbnails and early sketches HERE and HERE.
Here's an excerpt from part of the story of Moonglade; just a quick bit.

Cold and merciless, the wind tore at Moonglade’s face, the frozen twilight air heavy in his lungs. He pressed up against the trunk of the tree and drew his cloak tightly around his body. The tree's roots encircled him, cradled him and he thought of Oshintina and the life he had left behind. The world seemed a barren place, long left abandoned. “Where was she now?”, he thought. Now when almost everything was lost.

In the distance he could make out the forms of figures; shadowy and misty, they called to him. His mind hazy with the spell of the petals, he clambered to arise from his safe spot in the enclosure of the tree. Was it his friends asking him to join them? He wondered briefly if he should have taken the stem of the plant as well, but the energy he could gain from it was more than enough reason to justify its injestion. Soon, when it’s initial effects had worn off, he would be able to go many hours without having to rest, sleep or eat. The times ahead called for precautions and this was the only one he knew.

The forms were getting closer and he could begin to make out more definition. These were not his friends...the voices were the same but the faces were different. The heads had gray masses where the features should be and though they spoke, there were no mouths. There were three of the creatures, and all seemed to radiate a cold, dull light. It’s bluish tint cast an eerie glow on Moonglade. Clouds of fog rolled in from the forest on both sides, moving hypnotically around the shadowy figures, entrancing Moonglade, making him dizzy. What was it they wanted?

He shook his head and tried to clear his thoughts...the largest shape before him suddenly began to move forward, as if on an invisible cushion of air, gliding along, stopping only feet from the frozen Moonglade.

Frozen...with cold and with fear, unable to move; unable to speak.

A slender, delicate hand with long, snakelike fingers came forth from the middle being and in a tone not unlike that of his missing friend, Galsant, it told him:

“You are the one that the Ukrites fear, but your path lies a different way. Do not walk these woods once the sun retreats into the Western Hemisphere. You will find only death here.“

Saturday, March 04, 2006

Sketches and stuff

A few various bits from recent months...incld. a part of a page from work done today (you can see some ideas for boxers written down in the upper left) was late in the day, it felt like the office was around 90 degrees and I was thisclose to falling asleep..i started sketching this guy and slowly started coming back awake. At top is an updated style ver. of William:Keeper of The Cosmic All. In his right hand, he's holding Secrets of The Cosmos, first seen in the first installment of William...which one of these days might see it's own blog, showcasing the series which ran in the Brooklyn College Kingsman almost twenty years ago.