Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Friday, November 02, 2007
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
" Anything I can help you with" she asked with a wide smile.
" Is that, is that real" Jacob questioned pointing to the jar.
"Sure is"the woman said, now placing a worn wrinkled hand on the jars lid." I got this many years ago"
"Wow" Jacob said " It really is cool."
" Well thank ya, dear." the woman said. Suddenly, another customer raised her voice behind them. "Well looks like I'm needed. Let me know if you need any help, dear."
With that, she slowly walked to help price another item for a woman.
Jacobs blue eyes narrowed as the old woman walked away. He wanted the head, he needed the head. It was just so cool!! But he didn't have a dime to eat on, much less enough money to by this. Quickly, he shoved the jar inside his brown coat. Then he turned to the door. Suddenly, a sharp pain stinged his neck. Within a few steps, he felt his eyelids getting heavy. His breadth was harder, and all of a sudden all he wanted to do was sleep. Then, darkness.
A few days later, a young Justine Harper stepped into the shop named "Lost Wonders". She gazed through the books, toys and what nots. Finally , she came on two amazing sites. There was two twin jars standing next to each other. Both with shrunken heads. A little old woman stood next to them.
"Neat, hmmm dear." the woman said.
Uhh, yeah." Justine said, a little taken back" Are they old?"
"Well, one I've had for awhile." smiled the old woman" But the other one I just added to my collection."
With that she lifted the yellow container with Jacob Jolie's shrunken head bobbing inside.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Jerry Lawson, could swear her name was something like Candy, or Cindy, or something like that. The loud thumping music bouncing off the strip club walls, was way to much for Jerry's ears. All he knew is that next to his piggish, somewhat smelly body, stood a goddess. Well at least one who would give him a lap dance for 30 bucks. Whatever her name was, was smiling a smile that would make Hitlers heart melt. Her coal black hair bounced over her shoulders as she took him by the hand, and walked him slowly into a dark corridor to a private room. Jerry's breath was beginning to shorten. He never felt comfortable around pretty girls. A youth spent, shyly in t.v. He was more suited to view them on sitcoms, then talk to them out in public. Now he was to have this beautiful woman with the body molded out of rock, dance for him. Finally they reached the room decorated in crimson rugs, and softly lit candles. It was a lot more fancy then Jerry honestly thought it would be. But hey, he wasn't there to pay attention to the drapes. The girl sat poor Jerry down in a Black sofa on the farthest wall.
"You comfy" she asked. Her sweet voice giving away the fact that this was a real live breathing girl. Not just some sex object for Jerry to stare at. Unfortunately Jerry was more comfortable to just look at her. He hated to talk to them.
The girl just grunted to the lack of response from Jerry. Slowly she walked away swaying her hips like a grandfather clock pendulum. Suddenly she began to loosen her neck, and break into a long drawn out array of movement. Jerry couldn't take his eyes of her. It was like tracers of shadow began to follow the barley clothed figure in front of him. Her dark eyes now lit up, like the candles that illuminated the room. Her long legs coiled around the air something like when a big boa snatches its prey. In this moment Jerry Lawson knew what love was. He would have given Candy, Cindy, whatever everything he owned. Forget the 30 bucks, Jerry wanted to give her all the money he ever held in his hands. All he wanted was her.
Unfortunately all she wanted from him was his life. See, the dance Sinthia was doing was not to seduce Jerry for his money. No, it was an ancient dance to call up the only one who ever truly loved her. The dark being from the other side.He had stolen her heart, as she had stolen his, many many moons ago. But the only way they could ever see each other was to have a sacrifice. With a quick jab with an icepick to the back of Jerry's head. They had their sacrifice. That was Jerry Lawson's final mistake on this big blue marble called Earth. He found the stripper in love with something, that never was from this Earth.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
The crickets were chirping very loudly on that warm summer night. It was like they were trying to warn each other of the pending doom that was about to happen around them. The German town of Hamelin, was resting very easily into a star lit night, when a loud flute could be heard. It was a sound the old folks widened their eyes to. The sound that their grandparents would mimic to them in scary stories. The Piper had come back! But he did not come to steal more children, to take to who knows where. No, now many years from his evil deed. The Pied Piper of old, was returning the children he once stole. No longer small wide eyed laughing boys and girls. But not grown adults either. These were something in between. Stuck in a no age of sorts. There eyes missing, there voices slow and quiet. Tongues speaking in unison. Whispering to all that could hear. Then as the words hit the towns folk ears, a strange thing happened. They heaved and screamed, as their bodies just pulled in every direction. All until their flesh burst in tidal waves of crimson and bone. Lost children were not the punishment of the Pied Piper, no this was his true punishment. Once the children had finished with Hamelin, they turned their eyeless heads to the Piper. His long figure dressed in ancient green wardrobe, leaned against a bloody brick wall.
"Well, let's not stop here children." he said with a devilish grin." There's a whole world that needs to hear our song!"
With that, 130 lost children turned to the vast skyline. Then began walking. There was many more to hear their whispers. There was many more to hear the Pipers song.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Got to, gotta find them. Them taste soooooo ggoood..
Farmer hasss goattsss...mmmm...goats..
mmmmmm,sshharp thinging where goats sshould beee..
AHHHHHH!!!! Hurts, hurts my arm!! Where, where is my arm?? Arms on ground, I'm not on ground!!! Red, red everyyyy where!! Buttt not goatsss reddddd!!
Fine, fine, you can have it. It was a badd arm anywaysssss..
Just give me yourrr goatsss, your tastyyy tastyy goatsssss.....
Friday, October 19, 2007
Just as his meaty right leg began to turn to the direction of the table, he heard a scream. Not a child's lost scream, and/or a scream of passion that Norman only heard on the old VHS tapes his cousin Louie Phillips let him have. No, this was the scream of pure pain. Like a nail gun dislodging a 2 inch sharpened piece of metal in your human body's natural exit cavity. Not the sound that escapes you for years to come.
Unfortunately for Norman and around 60% of the populace with the misfortune of being at the Mid Western Eat Off Contest Of "08" A strange infectious disease arose through the crowd like a tidal wave would destroy some poor fisher mans small wooden boat . Odd enough, the disease( that shall remain nameless, due to its over saturation in pop culture.) reached poor old Norman with a deep hard bite into the soft tissue of his shoulder.
But this is not a tale of horrible events that happened to finish Norman Phillips life, and/or the horrible events that happened his his undead life. No this is a tale of how Norman felt in his strained heart of hearts. How he beset to reach his dream, and the only thing that could stop him was the cold wet death bite of some other wretched infected soul.
See you tomorrow!!!
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Just some extra stuff, I had in the sketchbook. Two quick sketches of my friends Doug and Brian. I did these at our Drink and Draw figure drawing class.
Hellboys , Lobster Johnson.
Did this while I was a homies, Pauls house. He was having a grindhouse movie night. There was a horror film called "Black Sheep". Some old fantasy kung-fu flick from Shaw brothers. Then the inspiration for this movie' Black Belt Jones." I love chicks with afros, course the nunchucks don't hurt either.
Saturday, October 06, 2007
My fellow artist and friend Brian is currently revising his future comic. This is a pin up of one of the main heros Dingo.