Just look at this hideous creature, leering out at whatever passes by wishing for its horrific and untimely death, sniffing the air with unwarranted superiority, and tasting the warm ruby blood of its otherworldly desires in the back of its putrid hollow soul. I feel very badly for the fella it is sitting on.
What would be truly horrifying is if that bird leaves a little something behind.
I believe the children are our future. Teach them well, and let them lead the way.
This was just a strange ink drawing from my sketchbook that felt like it needed to be colored. So, into Photoshop it went where I pushed the “automatic color” button. (cough cough)
Even monster parents are subject to the “are we there yet?” question over and over again.
Who doesn’t love a good double scoop of ice cream? Well, besides those of you who are lactose intolerant. (Tolerance is very IN these days. You need to get over your intolerance for lactose.)
Actually, nothing bonds people together – well, people and creatures – better than ice cream. These two figured that out. Once mortal enemies, ice cream has intertwined them together as brothers.
We can all get along if we just had more double scoops.
Isn’t it amazing that the source of all friendship comes from a cow?
Be sure to come back on Monday for more Monster Month mayhem here on the ol’ blog!
My friend Rick Detorie, the cartoonist of the syndicated comic strip One Big Happy, has a collection of vintage produce labels originally intended for the sides of crates back in the day. They are all gorgeous old designs in immaculate unused condition. Rick doesn’t like them the way they are, though. He asks his cartoonist buddies if they would draw all over them.
So, Rick let me choose one, and this one with three big apples just spoke to me. I immediately could see their potential. First of all, I was amazed at the magical apple tree that could grow three different types of apples, so that impressed me. Secondly, I could tell those were bad apples that needed to be exposed.
So, with a little white gouache and some black ink, this produce label takes on a much improved form…
I like a nice still life painting, don’t you?
I especially like the touch of the small print that came on the label which says….
What a nice guarantee. I wonder whose hand these apples picked?
Be sure to come back on Monday when more monster madness will continue!
What lovely lady monster doesn’t enjoy a few baubles now and then? A girl needs to look her best, and she deserves every extravagance life has to offer. What could be better than to wear every shiny and sparkly thing she can get her claws on – all at once?
Tiaras aren’t just for princesses anymore.
The story behind this piece is that my aunt was having a birthday when I was visiting the east coast of the U.S. earlier this year, and I wanted to do something nice for her. She does enjoy jewelry, and knows a lot about it having once been in the jewelry retail business. I was feeling the urge to draw a monster, so her birthday card combined my love of drawing creatures with her love of baubles, bangles and beads.
And I know what you are now thinking – NO, this is NOT a portrait of my aunt!!
Okay, I rarely get personal with my posts online, but today I shall make an exception. Today is the 40th birthday of my brother Blair!
Now, normally I wouldn’t go all public with the age of someone because many people are sensitive to such things, myself included. However, Blair has his birthday, including the year, on his Facebook page. So, I figure I am safe. I may no longer be safe, however, when he sees this post.
So, without further ado, I thought I would share with you the birthday card I made for my brother that is a portrait of him at the age of 40. He has held up pretty well, considering…
For those of you doing the math, yep, Blair was born in the year of our country’s bicentennial. So if you think Blair is old, the U.S. is now 240.