Wednesday, October 22, 2008

In Columbus


This past weekend I was in Columbus working on a project with illustrator extraordinaire Wes Ruv. During some of our down time we sketched in a neighborhood coffee house. This is one of the drawings that came out of it. It's an absurd and whimsical take on inspiration and life through death. I'll be posting more on the project in the coming months.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

In Flames


He could not die say for their lack of belief and so he burned. The people of the world hated him so strongly that they could not accept non-belief, could not understand turning their hearts and minds away from this man-god. So they trapped the hero and bound him to the earth. He was their servant, their god unable to defy the will of the masses and so he laid down upon the pyre of their hatred. The roar of the flames danced within the chants of "burn, burn, burn" and deafened his heart to the people he existed for. He did not die, only burned until the flames could burn him no more leaving the man-god a deformed shell of his former glory.
And still they refused to stop believing.

Monday, October 13, 2008

In a gust of wind...



The Autumn chill had yet to visit itself upon the tall grass of nowhere town. Far above their underground sidewalks and boroughs and birds nests and graveyards stood Alexi, tall and gaunt and hairless as an unborn baby; he stood on the grassy rooftops of their underground nowhere town watching the heavens. Nothing, no rain or wind or clouds or birds or sun or moon. Above the land of nowhere town there was nothing.

And then he felt it, a twitch of air cool and refreshing. In his mind's eye he caught the breeze between his fingertips and held it close passing his own life into the breeze. Three times he caressed the lamp of his life into the breeze until he could hold it no more. Alexi filled with excitement hurled the autumn breeze into the cloudless sky. At once he could see it change. Swirls of air and tendrils of clouds danced like an oceans surf above him and the simple people of nowhere town. Atoms moved, pressure changed, and the fibers of life swelled into one another like the pregnant belly of a mother come to term. Alexi breathed one long anticipatory breath and then he saw it. For some it was just a whirlwind of little consequence, yet for Alexi it was a being of change.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Violent Things

"And gerry created Adam in his own image..."
"But Adam and his kind were just the result of bad left over takeout.
So gerry died and they called him god... and it was good."




The Majority vote



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Death and His Pals (Ironically, they are alive)



Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Bird Children and Other Nonesense

"Are you my mother?"


That guy, you know the one.




More tomorrow