Candle Girl... very dark, very creepy and number 7 of the eight character cards needed. I am happy with how these are progressing. Thanks for stopping by.
db
Sunday, November 15, 2015
Saturday, November 14, 2015
Miskatonopoly: Mr. Moneybags Card Back Design
I am getting closer to seeing the end in sight. I am happy to see the results and am happy with the results so far.
Thanks for stopping by.
Thanks for stopping by.
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Miskatonopoly: Game Concept Card Back Design -Shhhhh
One more down... Over the half way point now on the little portraits. Hopefully the last three will go as smoothly. Probably time to work up a card with a female on it as the subject. What to do, what to do....
Saturday, November 07, 2015
Miskotonopoly: Card Back Design - Fright
It's been a good weekend of work. Got two finished and am happy with both. Four Down and six more total to go.
Tuesday, November 03, 2015
misktonopoly: Cultist Card Back design
The Cultist card back design. They are starting to come with more ease now. I think I am hitting into a groove.
Sunday, November 01, 2015
Miskotonopoly: Skull card back design
A second card back for the game I am working on... I believe that this will be a property card, but that may change as I continue. More to come.
Miskotonopoly Card: Arlington Gas and Light Co.
A card back design for a game I am working on. This card is for the Arlington Gas and Light Company. More to come.
Monday, October 26, 2015
Marshall Hat WIP1
Starting up a new drawing. not much going on yet, just blocking in the darkest blacks... but it's a start.
Saturday, October 10, 2015
miskotonopoly type design
Working on a bit of a different project between portraits. I have taken up a reinterpreting of Monopoly based upon the works of H.P. Lovecraft. I have most of the writing done. Now comes time to start up the illustrations. This is my solution for the game logo named after Miskatonic University. The school where 'odd' things seemed to always be happening.
Sunday, August 30, 2015
Derby 1 final
Derby 1- Self Portrait. It's finally done, or I am finally done with this piece. Digital drawing 24" x 24".
Sunday, August 23, 2015
Sunday, August 16, 2015
Derby1 WIP week 8
Getting close to starting to see a lot of results really soon. Set up work is still going on. I am hoping that within the next week or two this will be completed.
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
A Burial At Sea
story - A burial at sea
A friend of mine at one time worked as a night manager at a local hotel. He told me the story of what the term “a burial at sea” meant to the cleaning crew and staff of that particular hotel.
A burial at sea refers to the act of clogging a toilet so badly that the guilty individual ends up in a state of panic and covers their mess with massive amounts of toilet paper, only to leave in a rush in hopes that nobody will recognize them or see them leave the stall and restroom facility. Pause…
So, I entered a public restroom recently and opened a stall door to discover, you guessed it… a burial at sea. And it was a whopper. I was about to salute the results as I was holding down a dry heave when I noticed that something new had been added. Someone, (hopefully the guilty individual who created such a terror) had stuck in the center of the paper island, a plastic fork.
My mind reeled as it attempted to grasp the situation that my eyes were seeing. Who brings utensils to a public restroom? Were they eating and decided experiment with cutting down a few steps in their biological process? Perhaps the were frightened by what they saw and ran off to find the first defensive weapon they could find… only to return with a plastic fork. Maybe it was a claim of power the way that conquistadors did by driving a flag into the ground and pronouncing that “this island is claimed in the name of The King!!” and the flag just fell off. For those who are conspiracy theory buffs, possibly it was a person of the opposite gender that entered in to perform this act of defiling the bowl only to leave unnoticed in order cover their tracks and thus leaving the blame to the local male population.
Shortly, I realized that I no longer had any desire to benefit from the use of this particular facility. In fact I also found myself in very short supply of fresh air. I did my best to sneak out without detection so that no one would tag me with causing such a crime upon at least two of the human senses. I ended up quickly driving away as fast as I could and spending the rest of the day with legs crossed, while shaking off a rather impressive case of the heebie-jeebies.
A friend of mine at one time worked as a night manager at a local hotel. He told me the story of what the term “a burial at sea” meant to the cleaning crew and staff of that particular hotel.
A burial at sea refers to the act of clogging a toilet so badly that the guilty individual ends up in a state of panic and covers their mess with massive amounts of toilet paper, only to leave in a rush in hopes that nobody will recognize them or see them leave the stall and restroom facility. Pause…
So, I entered a public restroom recently and opened a stall door to discover, you guessed it… a burial at sea. And it was a whopper. I was about to salute the results as I was holding down a dry heave when I noticed that something new had been added. Someone, (hopefully the guilty individual who created such a terror) had stuck in the center of the paper island, a plastic fork.
My mind reeled as it attempted to grasp the situation that my eyes were seeing. Who brings utensils to a public restroom? Were they eating and decided experiment with cutting down a few steps in their biological process? Perhaps the were frightened by what they saw and ran off to find the first defensive weapon they could find… only to return with a plastic fork. Maybe it was a claim of power the way that conquistadors did by driving a flag into the ground and pronouncing that “this island is claimed in the name of The King!!” and the flag just fell off. For those who are conspiracy theory buffs, possibly it was a person of the opposite gender that entered in to perform this act of defiling the bowl only to leave unnoticed in order cover their tracks and thus leaving the blame to the local male population.
Shortly, I realized that I no longer had any desire to benefit from the use of this particular facility. In fact I also found myself in very short supply of fresh air. I did my best to sneak out without detection so that no one would tag me with causing such a crime upon at least two of the human senses. I ended up quickly driving away as fast as I could and spending the rest of the day with legs crossed, while shaking off a rather impressive case of the heebie-jeebies.
Sunday, August 09, 2015
Sunday, August 02, 2015
Derby 1: WIP Week 6
Week Six, slow and steady results this week. The next couple of sessions won't show a lot of results but then all of a sudden, things will pop together. It is an odd time for the work. I just have to keep plugging at it.
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
I hope that you’re happy wherever you are
I hope that you’re happy wherever you are
Separated as we are, I don’t see you.
I don’t hear from you… still i keep looking for signs.
Elders say that you are in a good place.
I hope so.
Books say that you are with all those that you loved and loved you.
I hope so.
In my head I see you in a beloved academic atmosphere;
learning, growing, showing, teaching, loving.
I have no basis, no reason to believe this.
Maybe it is the sign I have been searching for.
Maybe it is a vision of what is to come.
Maybe it is a way for me that I can deal why you were taken.
I still miss you
I still love you
I have been fractured because of your loss.
Breaks can be glued back but those scars will remain.
I hope that you’re happy wherever you are.
-db
Separated as we are, I don’t see you.
I don’t hear from you… still i keep looking for signs.
Elders say that you are in a good place.
I hope so.
Books say that you are with all those that you loved and loved you.
I hope so.
In my head I see you in a beloved academic atmosphere;
learning, growing, showing, teaching, loving.
I have no basis, no reason to believe this.
Maybe it is the sign I have been searching for.
Maybe it is a vision of what is to come.
Maybe it is a way for me that I can deal why you were taken.
I still miss you
I still love you
I have been fractured because of your loss.
Breaks can be glued back but those scars will remain.
I hope that you’re happy wherever you are.
-db
Sunday, July 26, 2015
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Derby 1 WIP first post
Starting a new piece... this is about week three on this work in progress. A long way to go... just plug away a little bit every night.
Friday, July 10, 2015
doodle United: Luchador
It's been a long time since I was able to work up a piece for Doodle United. I just couldn't resist the topic of Luchador Wrestlers. Such fun.
Saturday, June 20, 2015
A Warning Glance
It's done. I probably need some distance from this one. It was far more of a challenge than the previous piece. I'm happy I did it, but I am more happy that it is complete and I can start something new.
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