Saturday Sketch: Classic Wotan

The first time I saw Wotan was in Doctor Fate's origin in Secret Origins #24.  There was something unsettling about his skin tone that frightened me.  I think perhaps I was flashing back to the Wicked Witch of the West.  When I saw the Wizard of Oz as a kid, she scared the crap out of me.  In the More Fun Comics Doctor Fate stories, Wotan seemed to be a charismatic cult leader as well as master sorcerer.

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From the Archives: Horned Goblin

I don't remember the exact inspiration for this strange horned goblin.  Considering its fluid physiology, perhaps the creature is in mid transformation into some other form.  I do remember that its gleeful malice was intentional.

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Featured Creature: Crash and Burn

The dream was always the same.

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Saturday Sketch: Golden Age Kent Nelson

I don't know much about Kent Nelson from the original Doctor Fate stories.  I've always been much more interested in Doctor Fate anyway.  Much like the sketch of Inza Cramer, the fun in this piece was doing the research into vintage clothing and hairstyles. 

{2.5x3.5,  created in Adobe Photoshop}

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Exhumed: Floating

I've done several sketches and pieces on this theme of isolated floating within space.  The Original sketch for this piece had a softer tone to so I approached it with that in mind.  I tried to give it a more painterly style and the figure a moon like quality.  This piece has been waiting to be posted for awhile.  This piece is one of several that inspired me to begin doing the Exhumed posts to begin with.

{8x7.66,  Graphite with color added in Adobe Photoshop}

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From the Archives: Hyenaman

Here we have a sketch from some time ago of a man animal.  Initially my thought was of a hyena, but this isn't very hyena like at all.  Perhaps he is just a smug werewolf instead?  Now that I think about it, this looks a little bit like Scar from The Lion King.

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Featured Creature: The Waverly House

"The Waverly house has been abandoned for well over ten years.  Every spring, the property used to be covered with brightly colored flowers, but after the Waverly family disappeared, it grew thick with wild grass and tall weeds.  Over the years several real estate companies have tried to sell the property, but as soon as any of them toured the house they changed their minds mighty quick.  Eventually, the Waverly house was condemned by the city.

The summer that the Waverlies disappeared saw some of the worst storms on record in Colby county.  One night, lightning struck the tall oak at the back of the property.  That same night, the youngest child, Nathaniel, died suddenly.  A tornado had ripped up the northern part of the county as little Nathaniel was breathing his last.  The coroner's report listed that Nathaniel died of crib death, but anyone who has seen the Waverly house at night knows otherwise.  Something bad come down out of that storm and took root.  That house ain't been right ever since.

Psyche Delectus: Indigo Priest

In his growing silence of thought,
miracles become manifest.

Saturday Sketch: Golden Age Inza Cramer

Here we have, Inza Cramer, trusted companion to the original Doctor Fate.  Inza eventually marries Kent Nelson, host of the Doctor, and eventually goes on to assume the mantle of Doctor Fate herself.  This piece was fun because I had the opportunity to explore the hairstyles and clothing of 1939-1940 from around the time that the Doctor and Inza made their first appearances.


{2.5x3.5,  created in Adobe Photoshop}

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Skin Crawling Comics May Update

The Skin Crawling Comics website began earlier this year and regularly posts pages to the individual stories of the anthology every Tuesday and Thursday.  I'll be doing an update at least once a month with links to the newest pages.  Drop by and check out the latest updates!

A Zombie Walks into a Bar Page 1

A Zombie Walks into a Bar Page 2

A Zombie Walks into a Bar Page 3
Behind You!  Page 1
Buried Cover Page
Buried Page 1
Buried Page 2
Buried Page 3

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From the Archives: Hangerman

I forget the exact inspiration for this sketch, but I'm sure it had something to do with shallowness.  How certain person's identities are little more than a support structure for the surface window dressing they surround themselves with.  Perhaps this may be a thought on the human ego in general.

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Featured Creature: The Rathbone Assignment: Part III, Derrick Comes Home

The Rathbone Assignment: 

Part III, Derrick Comes Home

~ Continued from Part II, 
Instructions in the Dark ~

Erica closed her eyes against the sorrow that gripped her.  She felt as if the ground beneath her had suddenly opened up and that instead of being buried, she had fallen into empty space.  There was no land to break her fall, no release, just an endless descent.  She pushed her hand against the back of the recliner to feel something solid.  She ran her fingers across it but it was only a thick cloth wrapped tightly over the frame of the chair and gave unpleasantly under her touch.  She retracted her hand and scooted herself closer against the wall.

Erica reached out instead with her mind for something solid to latch onto.  She thought of the locked doors and windows and the remains of the duct tape on the kitchen counter.  These held no comfort, no safety.  She thought of the trees on her drive home and the air as she drove.  This offered her a moments refuge but then she remembered the steaks and asparagus growing warm on the kitchen counter, the soda bottles in the driveway, and the bag with the test in it still sitting in the passenger seat of the minivan.  She clenched her teeth to try and contain the sob that threatened to erupt from her throat.  She held her legs against herself in the darkness and rocked herself gently until her tears subsided.