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The Best Day

March 3rd, 2009


Well, for somebody.
This is what happens when the the song you are basing your artwork off of is completely useless in the radial-imagery department, and the badly-conceived-lines-that-can-be-twisted department, and is completely happy to boot.
This is also the next installment of art belonging to the Pigeons of the Apocalypse genre, and it probably won’t be the last. Originally, there was to be a much more elaborate swirling vortex of pigeons but as they say, “Man’s imagination exceeds Illustrator’s memory.” So anyway, I went with the Forerunner Pigeon Arc look, which denotes less of the unbridled, primal energy, and more of a clear avimorphic construct of dire function. One of these days I’ll have to work out what it actually does.

2-D project the fourth.

Illustrator, Projects, Umbraverse

Orders

September 11th, 2008

Bath Knights, Umbrellas of the Apocalypse, Darling Shipyards, Sword of Damocles

Seals, Umbraverse

Agatha’s Hatchet (Original Concept Recording of the Motion Picture of the Book Soundtrack)

August 9th, 2008


I know, I was supposed to be writing chapter two, but my brain highjacked itself as usual and this came out. This is by no means the complete soundtrack; entire sequences of the plot are probably not represented at all. Ironically, putting this together did actually help me in coalescing said plot.

By the way, I feel absolutely no compulsion explain anything about these titles.

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Chapter The First

July 8th, 2008

“Magnolia bushes,” muttered Filbert. “What sort of burglar hides under magnolia bushes?”

It was just about five a.m., Saturday and Filbert had been under those same bushes for just over an hour and forty minutes. In fact this entire mission to “infiltrate the residence of the nefarious next-door neighbor and retrieve secret papers at the behest of my dear great aunt out of sheer good-nephewishness and not at all because she scares me half to death” began at dusk that evening and had gotten no further than old Mrs. Himmle’s back yard. Read more

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Prologue

June 19th, 2008

I was so sure that everyone would overlook the incident of the day before. “After all,” I’d reasoned over my bedtime glass of milk, “it’s only what anyone in their right mind would have done. They’re probably more likely to applaud my presence of mind than get snappish. And even if they do, which I will not admit to being anything but doubtful, it will only amount to a minor twenty-second scolding.”

So immersed was I in these thoughts that I didn’t even notice that the milk had tasted odd. When I awoke I found that I had been taken. Read more

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Scout

June 17th, 2008

Nothing new is really forthcoming at the moment, I thought I’d pop this up to keep your angry accusations of procrastination at bay.

A pen and ink I did last Fall in response to the Amtgard rulebook’s generally blah illustrations. It furthermore answers my most prevalent peeve about fantasy games in general, namely that there are not enough birds.

This could also, possibly, be a portrait of Valruin, but if that is the case he’s using someone else’s sword.

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Valruin

June 1st, 2008

Working Title Announcement

April 11th, 2008

The Black Silverfish

January 12th, 2008


With the onset of his career as a blood-thirsty marauder, Patrick Guthwine, being keenly aware of his own deficiencies in the areas of personal prowess, tactics, and general seamanship, commissioned his mother to make a flag which would set him apart from the other sundry pirates and communicate by sheer nastiness of visage general thoughts of surrender and suchlike things to the minds of those unfortunate enough to gaze upon said bit of cloth on the high seas. His mother was only to happy to lend any amount of aid to her son’s financial endeavors being of the opinion that as Patrick had already failed in every other career he had ever gotten himself into, he would need as much aid as he could get. So, on the eve of her son’s maiden voyage Jemima Guthwine proudly presented him with the flag he had requested and sent him on his way, apparently unaware of the mental anguish which this gift had cast over Patrick.

Scholars generally agree that the dark image, which Patrick Guthwine had intended as the outer face of his persona had almost certainly been a black scorpion, but either because Jemima was unfamiliar with scorpions or that she disagreed with her son artistically, the flag he flew on his first voyage, bore the image of a black silverfish. “It may even have been miscommunication,” says one such scholar, “In a moment of mental abstraction, Patrick may very well have just waved his hand vaguely and said, ‘Oh, you know, those arthropods with tails.’”

At any rate, when Captain Guthwine reentered port two days later to pick up the powder kegs he had inadvertently left behind, he made the mistake of patronizing the local tavern. The other clientele, his fellow sea captains, felt it necessary to enlighten Patrick as to the extent to which he was entertaining the local populace. They made it perfectly clear that to be symbolized by what was essentially an upper class cockroach was not at all lacking in the humorous. Patrick Guthwine tragically died in the brawl that fallowed and his already disillusioned crew abandoned the ship and scattered to the winds.

When Jemima Guthwine was informed of the event and circumstances of her son’s death she rounded up her younger relations and, livid over the insult to her handiwork which she found to be quite well up in the viciousness department, set out in her son’s ship to track down those responsible.

The slaughters that fallowed were purportedly ghastly to behold. Within the space of three weeks Jemima Guthwine had sent four ships to the bottom. Thus obtaining a fondness for life at sea Jemima continued on, carving herself a place as the thirteenth most feared pirate of that time. This number, though, was no accurate depiction of the woman’s tenacity and bloodthirstiness which was well above that of any other pirate captain. She was, as one historian puts it, “a knitter.” In fact, the only reason Jemima did not attain the status of other less dangerous men was that the rampant destruction and death that marked her pirating exploits were only sporadic, accruing only when the orchestrator of such events was running low on wool.

But even if it was slowly, hampered by infrequency and the short life expectancy of eyewitnesses, news was spreading. In a letter to the family taxidermist Jemima’s nephew Archibald describes his aunt, “The old lady would set into battle with a glee bordering on the infernal.” And soon whispers and only half-believed tails of the Black Silverfish, Demon Granny of the Caribbean were heard in taverns the world over.

The ultimate fate of Jemima Guthwine remains clouded in mystery and though her involvement in the Lady Katherine affair is probable, the details concerning that event are known only to few.

Group Topic, Pen and Ink, Umbraverse

Journal fragment recovered from a London gutter

September 28th, 2006
-disposable cameras for the American tourist kits.


6/24
7:02 am

We have narrowed our choices down to cathedrals B and E. When the director arrives Saturday we should have a probable location for the tomb. She’ll be pleased about that.

9:57 am

Have managed to get beneath cathedral B through the sewers and are digging into the catacombs. Ed forgot the potato chips and has gone back up for them.

11:23 am

Inside the catacombs now, will eat lunch just as soon as Ed gets back.

11:41 am

Something is wrong. I sent George back to see what was keeping Ed but he couldn’t find him anywhere. He says the pigeons outside have vanished.

12:16 am

I think something has followed us into the catacombs. There has been a lot of unexplained noises down out off the way tunnels and our equipment was ransacked when we weren’t looking. I’m making for the cathedral exit but don’t know if it will work.

12:55 am

George disappeared a few minutes ago,we heard him scream and a lot of snarlish and rendy noises. That can’t be good.

1:12 pm

I count at least three pood-

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