Full Spectrum Creativity
I Will Create Despite Uncle Sam

Nov
14

A conceptual sketch done with one of those mechanical pencils. This is a labrynthine cavern in the underworld where dead souls whom have recently gained bekthyn, or corporeal “starter bodies,” wander, trying to find their way further into the underworld, searching for their destination, the Heart of the World.

The first image is a detail.  I can’t post the whole sketch length-wise without it either being cut off (as it is here) or losing a good amount of quality/visibility.  I am going to post the full sketch on the bottom of this post, but it will have to be turned on its end, which means that you’ll need to crook your head to the left to get the idea.

Underworld Cavernous Labyrinth

Underworld Cavernous Labyrinth

Sideways View (your head should be at a right angle for this)

Sideways View (your head should be at a right angle for this)

Nov
14

I’m happy to say that I definitely seem to be writing a novel. In it, several characters journey into the underworld. The bidi–sketches of which I’ve posted on this blog before–play a part in that, as gatekeepers to the underworld, although they also have a complex existence of their own. I originally thought that I would be writing about human interactions with the bidi, but as it turns out, I needed to write a storyline about these people being ushered deep into the underworld. Here is a sketch of one of the main characters, Moussa, lying unconscious under a tree after being processed and digested by the same tree, then leaked out of its limbs and reconstituted as a corporal being. It’s a little complicated, and has to do with eating some “fruit of forgetting,” then being transformed into a mouse (the animal which is evoked by his name), panicking and running from one of his companions whom has been similarly transformed into an owl, and then burrowing deep into the ground, where he begins to chew on some roots and falls asleep. The roots of the tree then silently enclose him, exude some funky sap, whereby he is digested into the tree. Days pass and eventually the man is excreted by the tree, somewhat purged and dazed, and he lays under it naked until a friendly knorn, which is a goddess of the underworld, comes along and takes him to her hut so that he can get some clothes and recuperate. In the picture, he’s not naked because I drew this sketch before writing the passage. Besides, I don’t peddle pornography. 😉

Moussa Unconscious in the Underworld

Moussa Unconscious in the Underworld

Nov
05

I’ve started working with the world-building process again.  Here are two recent line drawings from what I am now calling Lochre, where the shape-shifting Bidi emerge from hives and sculpt organic architecture from their bodily substances, and where a steamy and oppressive industrial revolution is taking hold of human cities.  Oh, the disenfrachised masses, the stolen youth.

But for now, the alien landscape:

Tower Facets

And the alien thing, emerging stickily from the wall of a hive:
Bidi Emerging
Aug
18

Another revision of an earlier piece, colorized.

 

Carapace

Carapace

Aug
18

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

Scrub Steppes

Prints for sale here.
From the original post, which has been deleted, because I guess I deleted the original black-n-white version of the drawing, which made the post pretty pointless with a big “This Image Has Been Deleted” notice from photobucket where the image should be.  Anyhow:
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.
Aug
18
Earthlight Djinn

Earthlight Djinn

Jul
31

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.

Jul
29

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

a Vizierth

Jul
22
On Ammarini (the prairie), a Zazelle chomps on a rock cherry shrub.
Zazelle Buck

Zazelle Buck

Jul
05

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.