If you decide to take your lovely lady out for a late night constitutional, please be very aware of your surroundings.
Ink and black colored pencil in a sketchbook.
If you decide to take your lovely lady out for a late night constitutional, please be very aware of your surroundings.
Ink and black colored pencil in a sketchbook.
I don’t know, if this creature was on an intergalactic dating website, I might steer clear. He’s either smiling or constipated, and the fact that he likes “long walks down a dark alley” is a little worrisome.
I don’t know why, but this guy seems like something one might see on Star Trek. He was just a random ink, watercolor, and gouache guy in my brown paper sketchbook.
Every kid goes through it. One day they are out in the neighborhood playing with their friends, when a big moving truck pulls into the driveway of the Jenkins’ old place. Inevitably, a new kid moves into the neighborhood.
Will he be cool? Will he be a dork? One will never know until introductions are made.
If you’re up to no good, be sure that this one will spot you. He’s the embodiment of Ronald Reagan’s old famous quote, “Trust, but verify.”
Ultramarine colored pencil in a sketchbook.
Today’s entry for Monster Month is a piece I actually posted in 2019 on Instagram as just line art, and that’s how it remained for two years. It is an ink sketch from a sketchbook that every time I flipped to it, that hypnotic stare kept calling out to me in a raspy creepy voice, “color me!”
So, I took this zombie and his pet rat into Photoshop to see if a little color would make him even MORE creepy. I think it worked.
A proper cone for the monster who is lactose intolerant. Kinda looks like it might be mocha flavored.
Ink in a sketchbook with Photoshop blandishments.
No, this is NOT about Hannibal Lecter. THIS Red Dragon is literally a dragon drawn with a red pencil complete with drool.
It would take a VERY brave orthodontist to stick his/her hand into THAT mouth to try to straighten things out.
This guy doesn’t chew his food really. Each row of teeth spins counter to each other like a series of saw blades in order to chop up his food. It must work like a charm, because the fella doesn’t look like he’s hurting for a meal.
The only real trouble is having to floss three rows of teeth after every meal. All this guy has time for is floss, then eat, floss, then eat. It’s worth it in the end if he never has to get dentures some day.
Ink, watercolor, and gouache in a brown paper sketchbook.