Wednesday, December 11, 2013
From the Archives: Loose Twisting Zombie Sketch
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Featured Creature: A Room at the Alta Viso
Rocco waited until the last car had passed before he slid under the plastic tarp and into the building. The sun was almost set and in the long shadows he was sure no one could see him. He moved quietly through the dust and darkening rooms. On cold nights, the Alta Viso building was his secret spot, at least for now.
The second night he'd slept here, Rocco overheard two contractors discussing the pending renovation of the Alta Viso. The old business plaza had approval pending as an historical landmark. This meant that any renovations were on hold until the approval passed. From the way the contractors had talked, it sounded like the process would take months. Rocco had slept here every night since.
As he snuck through the lobby and past the scaffolding he noticed the doorway to the basement hung ajar. The fetid odor of rot and sewage drifted up through the open door. No renovations there yet, he thought. He rushed up the stairs.
The second night he'd slept here, Rocco overheard two contractors discussing the pending renovation of the Alta Viso. The old business plaza had approval pending as an historical landmark. This meant that any renovations were on hold until the approval passed. From the way the contractors had talked, it sounded like the process would take months. Rocco had slept here every night since.
As he snuck through the lobby and past the scaffolding he noticed the doorway to the basement hung ajar. The fetid odor of rot and sewage drifted up through the open door. No renovations there yet, he thought. He rushed up the stairs.
Monday, December 09, 2013
Saturday, December 07, 2013
Saturday Sketch: Classic Morbius, the Living Vampire
Welcome to the Zombie Bites Saturday Sketch!
The Saturday Sketch is a way for me to familiarize myself with and practice drawing popular dark characters from different genres. I'll be focusing primarily on superhero universes that involve dark, occult, or magical characters. However, I think over time the subjects may bleed over into other fictional works with dark or supernatural aspects.
To double the challenge, I'm giving myself very little time to finish each piece. I'm not allowing myself to work on each piece longer than a single sitting, about two to four hours. The goals for me are speed and veracity of representation.
Friday, December 06, 2013
Thursday, December 05, 2013
Featured Creature: Grüße vom Krampus!
{8x5.33, created in Adobe Photoshop}
Wednesday, December 04, 2013
From the Archives: Loose Slender Zombie
This one is the first of a set of sketches I'll be posting that were done on 11x17 sketch paper. For storage purposes I had folded the sketches and placed them in binders. After scanning, I went back into the images in Photoshop and removed most of the fold lines, but you can still see the folds in a few places.
{11x17, Graphite}
Tuesday, December 03, 2013
Featured Creature: The Thing in the Tree
Here is something creepy and furry in preparation for upcoming Krampusnacht. Sorry there's no fiction this week, but I am currently struggling through a rough bout of the flu. I even got the flu shot this year. Go figure. I'll update as soon as I can.
Monday, December 02, 2013
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Apologies
Apologies for the tardiness of this week's Featured Creature. Things have been a bit hectic leading into the holiday and I didn't realize that my automatic post was for the wrong date until early Wednesday. I hope everyone has a pleasant holiday!
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Featured Creature: Scene at the Shores
Ron shifted in his seat and took a large bite of his cinnamon pastry. The Quis Terra cafe was in full morning rush. A line of customers ran from the cash register to the door and most of the seats were occupied. He took several sips of his fresh latte. The morning had been chilly and he enjoyed the warmth in his mouth. He heard someone talking loudly when the door to the cafe opened.
Outside, a homeless man was confronting a large woman in dark green dress. He had been peripherally aware of the the vagrant pacing outside when he was standing in line earlier. Ron had overheard another customer complain and Frank, the manager, said that he had called the police.
The woman glared at the transient and moved around the him to enter the cafe. The cars in the street beyond them blurred in a haze of movement. With an urgent shift, the vagrant turned and disappeared past the edge of the front window, ostensibly chasing after another victim to harass.
Ron finished the last of his pastry and disposed of his napkin. The woman in the green dress was complaining to the cashier and pointing towards the front of the store. The cashier was nodding apologetically.
"At least something is being done," Ron thought. He grabbed his briefcase and latte and moved to door, waving to Frank as he left. When he exited the shoppe, Ron could see no sign of the vagrant. He sighed with comfort and moved down the sidewalk towards the subway entrance. As he passed the alleyway between him and the entrance, the dirty man rushed from the shadows of the alley at him. His coffee slid out of his grip and twirled once in the air before splattering on the sidewalk.
Outside, a homeless man was confronting a large woman in dark green dress. He had been peripherally aware of the the vagrant pacing outside when he was standing in line earlier. Ron had overheard another customer complain and Frank, the manager, said that he had called the police.
The woman glared at the transient and moved around the him to enter the cafe. The cars in the street beyond them blurred in a haze of movement. With an urgent shift, the vagrant turned and disappeared past the edge of the front window, ostensibly chasing after another victim to harass.
Ron finished the last of his pastry and disposed of his napkin. The woman in the green dress was complaining to the cashier and pointing towards the front of the store. The cashier was nodding apologetically.
"At least something is being done," Ron thought. He grabbed his briefcase and latte and moved to door, waving to Frank as he left. When he exited the shoppe, Ron could see no sign of the vagrant. He sighed with comfort and moved down the sidewalk towards the subway entrance. As he passed the alleyway between him and the entrance, the dirty man rushed from the shadows of the alley at him. His coffee slid out of his grip and twirled once in the air before splattering on the sidewalk.
Monday, November 25, 2013
Psyche Delectus: The Spider Wizards of Ith
Their cloaks deny
the shape of their intent.
They walk as men do,
triumvirate terrors of the snow.
They pretend fireside intimacy,
in truth seeking only succor
from the sanguine cup of a heart.
Where they pass
only wind and bones live henceforth.
Beware the Wizards of Ith!
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