From the Archives: Dark RPG Versus

Here we have an armed man struggling with some shadowy denizen.  This piece is from a older portfolio that I had created to present to RPG companies.  I think White Wolf had just exploded at the time.

{8x2.2,  Pen and Ink}

From the Archives: Lost Comic Page

This was the first page of a comic book project that got scrapped called He who Dies With The Most Toys.  I was doing the penciling, inking, and  lettering for the entire book.  I think it was just a bit over ambitious for my abilities at the time.

Tattoo: Man in the Moon

Drawn in 2001, here is a man in the moon image refurbished and toned for a tattoo design.  This piece was Originally posted on Trail of Breadcrumbs.  I removed the background for a cleaner more easily reproducible image.  When I was adding tones, I had initially given the image a cast of color, but upon reflection I chose to use only the black and white tones.  With only the black and white tones, if anyone wanted to add color later a variety of color choices could be made.  With each of the Tattoo images I am posting this week, I'm including the original line drawing so that tones or color can be addressed separately from line work in the tattoo process, if necessary.

From the Archives: Skeleton Study

This was a study for a larger piece involving several other skeletons.  That piece is still in the works, but this study is very pleasant all its own.  That and who can resist a dramatically lit skeleton!

Its when I work on something like this that I realize my deficiencies in human anatomy.  It makes me want to draw more skeletons so that I may learn.  I'll get on that.  :-)

{Pen & Ink, Sharpie}

UPDATE: Green Ghoul - Black & White

I guess all is not lost after all...I took the original scan of the Green Ghoul from my post earlier this week and ran it through Photoshop a few times to get the color out and then cleaned up the black and white.  Also, as a bonus, while I was in Photoshop I added some grayscale to the Black and White image.  I'm reposting the original color for reference.

I'm still feel the black and white image is stronger on its own.  I feel the dramatic contrast makes the Ghoul jumping much more frightening.  The Grayscale is just okay.  The black and white is my favorite.  As before...it is all about the teeth.  That is the part that is trying to get me.  Teeth by their very nature want to bite.  :-O

{Pen & Ink original scanned and manipulated in Photoshop}

From the Archives: Green Ghoul

A brief homage sketch to Tales from the Crypt style horror.  There is also a quality here that reminds me a bit of the cartoon bunny from The Twilight Zone movie...after its transformation.   I feel like there should be strobing lights or something.  

That scary rabbit gave me that gut wrenching feeling you get from seeing something unnatural and filled with hate.  You just look at it and you know...nothing good can come from this.  Similar to my gut reaction to the spider head from John Carpenter's The Thing.  It pops off and sprouts legs and you are left agape, "That did not just happen! AUUUGH!"  Yeesh.  Always check under and behind furniture!  You never know where toothy evil lurks.

I regret making this piece in color now.  It was initially just a quick black and white sketch and I added the color much later.  I think this may be a lesson for me...if it starts out black and white it needs to stay that way...or if I'm going to colorize, a quick trip to fedex office or scan and photoshop instead of (in this case I feel) messing up the original.  Live and learn!

{Pen and Ink and Sharpie!}

Interior Life from the Archives: The Door

More dark feelings from the inside.  I can't remember the inspiration for this piece. hmmm...Perhaps too much D&D or Marvel Comics.  I really cannot remember.  Ah Age.

It reminds me somewhat of the theme of the mouth of hell in many medieval pieces, but without the demons pouring out...not yet.   Ah, the malice of the inanimate suddenly come to unfriendly life.  EEP!  Or perhaps how the gateway of initiation looks to the initiate.  So strange, because there is only light on the other side.  The darkness and bitey teeth are on this side of the door.  

Of course you never want something larger than you coming at you with its mouth open.  I think perhaps this is why babies cry when surrounded by large groups of adults smiling and opening and closing their mouths.  They think we're going to eat them.  That must be it.  It is the ghost of Jaws come back to haunt yet again.  Steven Spielberg and Peter Benchley - you have a lot to answer for!  Not really - Thanks for the Nightmares!  :-)

It all boils down to a fear of being eaten.  Of nature turning and losing one's place in the food chain to something greater or more powerful, of being eaten by the bigger beast.  It is what makes us fear the the Zombie, the predatory Vampire, the hive-minded Alien, and the savage Werewolf.  This is the face the prey animal fears.  Because if it is this large and this close, the face of the greater beast is the last thing you'll see.

{Pen & Ink}

UPDATE 070914:

This piece was Exhumed and reinvestigated with color in July 2014.  Check out the Exhumed image here.

The Legend of The Maze Part II: The Dance and The Accident

PART TWO: THE DANCE AND THE ACCIDENT

As the long shadows of sunset stretched across the town,

The dancers took position around the bonfire.

They swirled and leapt at the shouts and whistles of onlookers,

the whine of the fiddle spiraling around their ears.

Jessica held tight to Jack's arms as they whirled around the fire,

spinning like dervishes.

He pulled Jessica closer and began whirling faster.

Overcome by glee, they found themselves laughing.

 

At the edge of the carousing

Thom emerged from the crowd.

Unseen, he rolled a pumpkin into the dancers

directly at Jack's feet.

Jack toppled over and away from the dance, his arms flailing.

He landed firmly on a pile of pumpkins.

They were crushed under his weight

covering him in their slimy innards.

He tried quickly to stand,

but slipped in the orange muck and fell to his knees.

Jessica moved towards him to help,

But Thom intercepted, blocking her.

 

Thom's voice boomed in the silence that followed,

"I think 'tis time you were going stranger."

Jack slowly stood, wary of this sudden turn.

"It isn't right to be dancing with another man's betrothed."

Suddenly the fire seemed to hot, the crowd too close.

Jack looked at Thom,

the weight of this revelation apparent on his face.

"You're right...It is time I was going."

Jack turned and walked away.

Jessica pushed Thom away, tears welling up in her eyes.

She rushed away from the bonfire and into the night.

Jack kicked at the dusty road while he walked,

his heart heavy as he moved towards the edge of town.

A slender shadow emerged from behind a row of trees

And timidly approached him.

"I'm sorry."

Jack stopped walking, but did not turn to face Jessica.

"Were you going to tell me?"

"I-My father arranged the marriage," Jessica stammered,

 "Thom is a fine farmer,

 and ANY girl in Valleydown would want to be married to him, but-"

"-But you don't love him do you."

 Jack turned to face Jessica, her head hung low now,

shameful of her heart's desires.

"No, I do not Love him."

Jack moved closer and gently lifted her head,

Gazing deeply into her eyes.

He wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"It's okay." he whispered

and leaning in, kissed her tenderly.

"I will return tomorrow with a proper dowry

to sway your father and make you mine." he smiled.

He kissed her again.

"However tonight, we must part, so that stinging tempers may cool

and this newfound love might blossom,

far from the reach of any angry bonfires."

Jessica pulled him close and kissed him once again,

then reluctantly she released him,

and they parted ways.

She returned to the bonfire,

and he disappeared into the moonless night

on the road leading from town.

 

Three  figures appeared then,

barely a carriage length from where the lovers stood.

They paused briefly and followed Jack into the Darkness.

 

As he walked, Jack smiled at the thought of his return.

Tomorrow, in the light of day,

he would pledge himself to Jessica and win her hand.

Just then, from behind him he heard a wolf-like howl,

then laughter.

He glanced back briefly and picked up his pace.

A tree limb shot out of the darkness,

Hitting him squarely in the chest and knocking him to the ground.

He sat up on his elbows and cleared the dust from his eyes.

Above him stood Thom, glaring.

The figures behind Thom were grinning and laughing.

"I told you Stranger, but ye could na' leave well enough alone.

JESSICA IS MY BETROTHED!!!"

Thoms face was contorted with rage.

He kicked Jack in the side several times and spat on him.

Jack coughed up blood as Thom's associates laughed.

He began to crawl away, trying to get to his feet,

but Thom grabbed him by the hair and dragged him backwards.

Thom pulled him over to a wagon parked near the town's entrance.

He yanked Jack up and leaned him against the wagon,

punching him in the stomach and face.

"I don't understand why you didn't get it the first time!"

He punched Jack again.

"JESSICA BELONGS TO ME!"

Jack slumped against the wagon as Thom paced in front of him.

"Harold, HOLD HIM UP!"

Thom looked about, eager for some final punctuation.

Jessica's words still echoing through his mind,

"No I do not love him."

He spied a pile of pumpkins,

stacked for decoration near the wagon.

"RICHARD! Bring me one of the those Pumpkins!"

Richard brought the orange gourd to Thom,

fearful of his friends frenetic rage.

Jack could barely see Thom through the blood in his eyes

as the angry farmer leaned in and glared at him.

His head bobbed to one side,

a thick smear of blood pouring from his busted lip.

"This is yer final warning stranger.

STAY AWAY FROM JESSICA!"

Thom grabbed the pumpkin from Richard's shaking hands

and heaving it high,

slammed it down onto Jack's head.

Jack inhaled the meat and seeds of the pumpkin.

Suffocating, he flailed about,

pushing Richard and Harold away

and knocking Thom down.

His panic rising, he twisted around,

seeking purchase against the wagon.

He hit the back of the wagon.

Bent half over,

his hands clasped what felt like a club.

Grabbing it tightly, he swung behind him.

He raised it higher and continued swinging.

 

Richard and Harold ducked,

trying to avoid the scythe

as Jack swung it about.

Jack caught Richard in one swing,

hitting him in the belly

with the crook of the blades dull backside.

Richard fell back gasping,

the wind knocked out of him.

Thom leapt to his feet and rushed at Jack,

slamming him against the wagon

and knocking the scythe free of his hands.

Still unable to breathe,

Jack pushed at Thom,

punching his face.

Harold rushed over,

and the two wrestled Jack to the ground.

He wriggled in their grasp

and they could hear his screams within the pumpkin.

The stranger suddenly went limp in their grasp.

They released him,

realizing that their hands were wet.

 

The stranger lay on the ground beside the wagon

His back arched at an odd angle,

the scythe, shiny even in the darkness,

protruded from his chest.

Harold fell to his knees, looking at his hands.

Thom stood over the body,

the rage of his expression fading into a vacant stare.

Richard walked up to him then, his breathing labored.

His face went pale when he saw the body.

"Oh my god...OH MY GOD!!!"

Thom Grabbed Richard and covered him mouth.

"SSSst!"  He glared at Richard, "Keep Quiet!"

Richard nodded in understanding.

"What are we gonna do Thom?" Harold whimpered,

still staring at his hands.

Thom looked down at the body and then away,

"I don't know."

Thom released Richard and looked back towards town.

Richard walked away, collapsing near the pile of pumpkins.

Thom looked out across the darkness, his eyes wide.

Richard spoke then, his voice shaky and fearful,

"wu-We've got to bury the body...

or th--throw it in the river..."

Thom watched the bonfire in the distance,

it's light played across the sides of the houses.

He could see the dancers still twirling about the fire

and he could hear the faint music of the revelry.

From this distance, the fiddle sounded like a tiny fly

buzzing around his head.

"No." Thom said,

"If we bury it, someone might dig it up.

If we throw it in the river, it'll just wash up down stream.

What we need..." he paused, still staring at the distant fire,

"What we need is for the body to go away forever."

He faced the town,

his behemoth silhouette towering over the tiny flames of the distant bonfire.

A thin smile played across Thom's lips.

He turned back to his friends with a look of concern and intent.

He knelt beside them and pulled them closer to him.

 

"Tomorrow, before the sun has risen,

We three shall offer our youthful strength

to gather wood for that night's bonfire.

And while we are stacking logs and kindling,

underneath that wooden mountain

our secret shall be buried.

And when the sun is set once more,

and the blaze rises higher and hotter than any night previous,

our secret will be as dust and ashes."

Richard and Harold nodded,

mesmerized by Thom's plan.

Richard looked fearfully to the body,

"But what of the scythe?  It's wood is stained with the blood of death."

Thom stood then and rolled the body over,

Pulling the scythe free and wiping the blade on the corpse.

"The spine of this fine tool will join its woody brethren in the blaze."

He turned the blade examining it,

"And this pointy dagger will find a home where no man would think to look.

Hidden in dirt and under murky waters,

a crook in the river, where the currents run deep.

The children of Valleydown claim it haunted,

yet I will go there now, swimming low,

and brave whatever haunt guards that spot.

There to lodge this heavy blade,

between rocks and underneath,

so that never again will it see light nor day."

He faced the town again, the scythe still in his grip.

"...and that, gentlemen, is how this secret shall be kept,

hidden from prying eyes and minds.

We three shall then go about,

and play the festivities as if a stranger

had never passed this way."

 

Thom flipped the scythe over

and pressed his foot against its shaft.

The blade broke free with a crack, leaving the shaft splintered and spiny.

He moved over to the body and thrust the pole

beneath each armpit, hoisting it up to carry.

Harold grabbed the feet and Richard picked up the blade.

Moving slowly towards the woods,

these three solemn pall bearers shuffled off into the darkness

with their pumpkin headed secret.

To Be Continued...

These are several of the cards that go with the Murder in the Maze Box from my previous post: The Second Murderer.  I had thought all of these pieces lost, but I found an old portfolio with some physical copies of the cards within.  These are not the final versions.  There were several changes to final set...There were also several other cards not present here: several other victim cards as well as the second murderer.

The first card is the first murderer.  That butcher knife belongs to my previous roommate Billy.  I was worried initially about photographing it, but I ended up just laying it on the scanner and scanning it and many wonderful surprises followed.  The strangely colored Halo that the blade has came from the light of the scanner refracting.  I felt like it gave the blade a strange magickal aura, so it stayed.  The background is a photo that my friend Don took of the black plastic we used to create the maze.  I believe that one stayed almost as is in the final version.
{digital images manipulated in Photoshop}


The second card is one of the victim cards.  The woman in the card is my friend Shannon.  She was nice enough to let me xerox here face and use it in the card.  I think in the final version the V's became white so they could be more readable in dim lighting.  Once again, black plastic by Don.

{digital images manipulated in Photoshop}


And speaking of Don, that is him in the second Victim card,  banging his head, well...against his head.  Xerox process here as well.  Black plastic by Don.

{digital images manipulated in Photoshop}


The last image is the back of the set of cards.  I clipped the skull out from its previous background and had it floating before the black plastic. I gave it a nice spooky halo, and tweaked the color to give it a stronger indication of blood.

{digital images manipulated in Photoshop}

More Maze History and Art:

Murder in the Maze Part III: The Second Murderer

During third and fourth years of the Maze parties, so many people were playing the Murder in the Maze game that we developed an alternate set of rules for a second murderer within the game.  This was to help the game last a little longer with a large crowd so that everyone would have the opportunity to be "killed".  Also, sometimes the games would run long and people would have to head home to bed and had not had a chance yet to be the murderer.  So we inserted a second murderer to up the ante across the board!  There were several variations on how the second murderer was activated and came into play.  I don't remember them all, but following is the rule we used most often.

During the game, if the first murderer tapped the second murderer on the shoulder, then the second murderer was activated and tapped the first on the shoulder letting him know that he had become a murder victim and was dead.

Once this unknown murder had occurred, it would throw off any theory anyone had developed so far on the identity of the murderer and turn the game intrigue up to 11!  There was always lots of chatting after we were finished playing about who was where when and who secretly or not so secretly was watching or overheard when the murders were committed.  Lots of fun moments in the dark scaring the crap out of each other!  Good Times!  :-P

The first piece of art here is the flyer for the 2000 Maze party.  The flyer was printed on neon green and neon orange paper.  I apologize for my crappy scythe.  The image of Jack here has a MUCH better scythe!  :-)  Over time, Jack kind of became the official mascot for the maze parties.

{Pen & Ink, Text created in Photoshop}

The second piece of art here is the box I created for the deck of cards I created in Photoshop for the game.  During that time I had backed up many of my art files to zip disks and did not realize my error until too late.  I don't remember the exact year it occurred, but rapidly over several months time, all of my zip disks began to scramble and become unreadable.  I found out far too late that this is something that happens with zip disks over time.  I lost two years of artwork due to the scrambling.  The Murder in the Maze deck artwork was on those disks.  I've looked through all my old files to see if I had a hidden copy, but have not found any trace of the cards.

The person on the front of the box is my friend Don.  He let me xerox his face and use it as the cover.  The image from the back of the box is a skull painted by my dearly departed friend Ratboy aka Mike.  It was attached and used as the keystone in a fearsome archway we built for the entrance to the maze.  I'll see if I can find a picture of the archway and post it at some point.  The background is from several photos Don took of the black plastic that we used to construct the maze.  Those photos were used in the website we created to celebrate and advertise the Maze.  The website only ran for a couple of years but is no longer present on the web.  In my next post I will post some of the work I did for the site and give some more background info on it.

{Digital images manipulated in Photoshop}

More Maze History and Art:

The Lost Font of Frilyn Wir

A piece I did for 3am Games. "The Lost Font of Frilyn Wir". 

{Pen and Ink}

Searching the Stars

An Older piece. Always searching the Stars for some kind of sign or answer. 

{Ink and White Acrylic}

UPDATE 010513:

This piece was Exhumed and reinvestigated with color in December 2013.  Check out the Exhumed image here.

Jack and His Scythe

Here's an older piece, before I discovered the wonders of Photoshop color. It's still a bit of imagery I am very fond of.

{Pencilled, Inked, Prismacolored, Scanned, then manipulated in Photoshop}