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Sunday, December 10, 2017

Finally posting Inktober

I did Inktober this year; dropped it on Facebook everyday with the intention of putting them here too. Clearly I did not. So here's a selection, because thirty-one  pictures is a lot for one post.

"Cut it out, Richards."  "Make me."




The white on dark paper was fun, but next time Ill use a different white ink . This stuff was too gummy.

Princess Bride or Gravity Falls: you decide!

Bad Apple


Read Umbrella Academy, it's a good one.




Monday, September 18, 2017

You're Not Looking Well


Sharpiiiiiieeees and Hiiiiliiiiters! Doo dee doo! Pencil under-drawing showing through, la la laaaa!

Friday, September 15, 2017

Just a Tree


It came out of the end of the pencil trippingly, lightly, hardly felt like it touched the paper at all.

Sunday, August 20, 2017

He Looks A Bit Like Uncle Deadly


...but it wasn't intentional. I swear! Please don't come after me, Disney incorporated or unlimited or whatever you are. There are perspective problems, but aren't there always?

Many poems I write are just words strung together is ways that sound pleasing or humorous to me. I also enjoy giving things a vaguely prophetic tone to make it more ominous. As the Future, such at is is, looks largely like unknowable gibberish from our vantage point in the Present, it seems to work.

This is quite an old poem below, but it fits the description nicely.



It did indeed all come to pass, in ages long ago
We spirits men sought out as sage
Gathered ‘neath the storm’s black rage
And began anew the war we’d waged
That brought the Devil low

For though we once were sought as sage, our shapes are but as glass
In which secret fire again shall shine
Twisting us round through life’s bent line
Until cold stars swim in the murky brine
And it has come to pass.

The universe is older now, much longer are the miles
That pass between the moon and earth
With no hope of death or bright rebirth
And all our pow’r (for what that’s worth)
Must help us pass the whiles

For while the Dwindling’s snared my kind and our stories go unheard
Light passes through the side you see
It blows past whispers over me
The one and one fuse into three
I speak the silent word

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Can't See The Blinky Light On Top





I hope you like this picture of sketchy foolishness, because I had a hell of a time getting it on the blog. Wouldn't load at all for a while and then insisted on loading sideways. There was a time I was good at computers. Hell.

And while you may be excused for thinking that's a mermaid, it's a ghost.

Thursday, June 29, 2017

There was a page full of the wee drawings


But the dragon was probably one of the best ones of the bunch. The odd floating mask is not part of the picture, but it was there and couldn't quite be cropped out. I guess I could have erased it, but nah.

I'm going to put some links below to some artists whose stuff I've been looking at lately. You can look at them if you like, I'm just doing it so I have somewhere to keep them. They are all tremendous fantasy illustrators whose work I first noticed on Magic cards, but then I used the power of the internet to find more of their stuff.

Steven Belledin
http://stevenbelledin.blogspot.ca/

Wesley Burt
http://wesleyburt.tumblr.com/

Jason Rainville
http://jasonrainville.blogspot.ca/

Friday, May 19, 2017

Adventurer, Fire, Thieves, Rook

There was something very important I was supposed to be doing. I wasn't supposed to be drawing, certainly. On the other hand, those occasions when drawing was what I was supposed to be doing have been very few and far between. On the other other hand, on those few and far between occasions when I was supposed to be drawing, I was usually drawing something other than what I was supposed to be drawing. Or sleeping.










Thursday, April 06, 2017

Sharing is Nice

Drawings are nice to share, for example.

Ink and Marker

Blue Col-erase

It can also be fun to share observations that will only be relevant to a small number of people. For example, I've started getting into chess recently, and I've found that the Pirc Defence led to a careful but ultimately successful game, whereas the Spanish Opening led to a total bloodbath. I mean, I'd read about them, but putting them into action really makes the point come home. I guess most things are like that, with the difference between theory and practice and all.

Lastly, although I'm not usually in the habit of sharing quotes, this one from Berkeley's Three Dialogues really struck me today: "Truth and beauty are in this alike, that the strictest survey sets them both off to advantage; while the false lustre of error and disguise cannot endure being reviewed, or too nearly inspected."

That's all the varied and unrelated things I have to share today. Go share some of your own stuff.

Saturday, March 04, 2017

Eye Tyrant


He only has nine stalks; I'll bet all the other beholders make fun of him. Tough to get an expression out of one giant eye, makes it look like his face is melting a bit.

Thursday, February 16, 2017

For the Kicks


Here's the original line art for that marker sketch from before, along with some alternate inking. You know, in case you felt there was something missing from your life.