Under the Mackey Building
Richmond Norris turned the open sign over to closed and locked the front door of his store. The jack o' lantern decoration on the interior of the door smiled gleefully at him. He stuck his tongue out in retaliation. It had been a long
and busy day and he was ready to be home. There was at least an
hours worth of work left before he was finished with the store, but all he wanted was a pillow beneath his head.
Daylight Savings time was this weekend. The clocks would be "falling
back" and he'd be getting back the hour of sleep he had lost in the
spring. He loved
Autumn for that reason more than any other. Despite the darkness in the morning
when he rose, the ease of a perceived extra hour of sleep made his days much more
palatable, at least until next March when the whole cycle began again. He flipped the switch for the exterior sign to off. His last customer of the evening, Ethel Blackwell, had left about fifteen minutes ago.
Ethel was usually his last customer every night during the week. She always came in fifteen to twenty minutes until nine to pick up a chocolate bar. Sometimes she would buy a bottle of Tums or a tube of Aspercreme for her arthritis but she always purchased a single chocolate bar. On Saturday night she would buy two bars as Norris was closed on Sundays. He always smiled to see Ethel. It meant his work day would soon be over.
Wrapping up my November werewolves is the serial killer mercenary, Nicholai Apocaloff from from Malibu Comics' Nightman.
The light and warmth of summer has passed. Chill winds blow outside. The world is caked in ice, but a fire still burns within. Though the dark half of the year is full upon us, there comes a day for rekindling the fire. Each year on November 23rd I celebrate the re-ignition of failing light with a new piece of art dedicated to one of my favorite comic books series, The Invisibles.
This piece was painted in Photoshop. The image was later expanded to become a tshirt design at my Neatoshop.
Continuing with the theme of werewolves for this November, here is Warren Griffith from the Creature Commandos. 
Maureen pulled her car onto Baker, the street leading to her neighborhood. A thin fog had settled in amongst the trees and had given everything a faint glowing aura. She slowed to enjoy the view. Despite its inherent danger to drivers, Maureen had always enjoyed the magic of fog. Fog could make any landscape mysterious and otherworldly, even the plain streets of Rivercross.
During this November I'm going to focus on comic book werewolves. November has always been a kind of werewolf-y month to me. The extremes of hot and cold as we all try to find balance within winter's approaching chill have always reminded me of the traditional werewolf transformation.
A very recent piece from some of my painting play in Photoshop and a general litmus for how I felt after this years election cycle.
At the Nexus, he is Gatekeeper and King.
Sorry for the delay on this one. Things kind of got backed up this Halloweekend.
