Carapace Revisited

Another revision of an earlier piece, colorized.

 

Carapace

Scrub Steppes Revisited

This is a rework of an earlier piece.  Rather than depend on Photoshop for a host of clashing colors, I decided to see how it would turn out with a much smaller palette of markers.  I definitely like it better this way.  Unfortunately, the image you see here is scrunched up and the details are lost and distorted.

Scrub Steppes

Prints for sale here.

Earthlight Djinn

Earthlight Djinn

My Imaginary Fantastical Planet is a Racist Epithet? Fuck.

So it has come to my attention that the word “ubda” is a kind of racist slang for a ghetto African American, somehow akin to calling someone a honkey-ass cracker.  At least that’s what this urban dictionary tells me:

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Ubda%20Scum

Taking this into consideration, I am probably going to be dropping the Ubda from Lo-Ubda and replacing it with Cracker.  That’s right, Lo-Ubda will henceforth be Lo-Cracker.  I always thought Lo-Ubda sounded kinda ghetto anyway.

But then again Lo-Cracker sounds stupid, too.

Shit.

Perhaps I will just go with Lo.

Does it matter?

I have to think about this.

Vizierth

I am writing a story that caricatures the voyage of Columbus, painting the historical legend as a myth in gothic and day-glo colors.  Part of the plot involves a bunch of dark skeletal undead wizardly folk who enchant Colonizer Finn Columbo’s behemoth of a sailing vessel, the Santa Materia, with the power to go-go swiftly across the wild seas in an attempt to “circumbobulate” the world.  Of course, there is an accident or two, and some epic blunders, and a “new world” to exploit–I mean, explore.

Coming to theaters near you, never.

Here’s an illustration of a Vizierth, the aforementioned undead skeletal wizardly folk:

a Vizierth

Flora and Fauna of Ammarini

On Ammarini (the prairie), a Zazelle chomps on a rock cherry shrub.

Zazelle Buck

Scrub Steppes

To the west of the city-state of Bickett, past its industrial colonies and coal-mining towns, the prairie rises southward in scrub steppes.  Thorny and steep, filled with wild trees, twists and angles, the steppes rise to severe mountains which peak sharply and give way to the Only Sea.  Looking south from beyond the coal fields past Cokam, a bleak mining town, hard granite patched with iron and other minerals and grass climbs in step-fashion:

 

Scrub Steppes

Course y’all know I gotz prints and shit for sale.  Priced to go–whatever that means, given that the framework of the global economy is unraveling.  Hey, but don’t let that stop you from buying art.  It’s fulfilling, a gift that keeps on glowin’.

Books, Books, Books

I just signed up for goodreads, if anyone wants to get in on this book recommendation/sharing thing.  Go ahead and take a look at what kind of books I read and what my favorites are by clicking here.

Another View of Carapace

Through the haze and noise of the fourth of July, I scryed into my desk with pencil and pen, etching and digging until I uncovered this crisp view of the otherworldly city-thing called Carapace.  For more information about this place, see the entry for May 18th.

Horrible Androgony Baby

With fireworks detonating all around me and the windows open to bring in the cool breeze and the sulfur smoke tonight, I’ve been scratching out practice anatomy drawings at my desk.  This is not really one of them, but a deliberate disfiguration, a nightmare fantasy of androgynous infant proportions. 

Behold:   HORRIBLE ANDROGONY BABY!!!