Inktober 2017

 Inktober is a month-long schedule of prompts meant for ink drawing, created by artist Jake Parker.  For a whole month, a variety of nightmarish creatures were allowed to ramble around my brain and dribble out of my brush.   Doodles in my sketchbook became more concrete ideas and finished drawings.  More concrete ideas (along with the passage of time) led to new ideas and variants of previous ideas.  I've included the list of prompts.  There are also pics of tools I used, and some extra abstract drawings that were cut up and collaged into the drawings.

A party this weekend

Just a reminder, I'm selling work at SLCC FanX. Like the last couple years, I'm sharing a booth with my art pal Christopher Keith McAfee under our super moniker of Keith & Keith. We both have made some things we're very proud of. So come check us out at booth Silver 5. The bad news is I won't be there. If you hadn't heard, I had a stroke about six weeks ago. I have, for the most part, bounced back and recovered. I'm just not ready to rub shoulders with 80,000 people. For the record, if you haven't been to a FanX or ComicCon, there's so much more to see than my face.

My daughter likes make-up

     So, my youngest says she wants to be a make-up artist for TV/film OR she wants to be a forensic anthropologist. The result is some wild glamour make-up, but she also does a lot of horror make-up like in these pictures.

This explains a lot...

     What's your earliest memory as a child? Mine is a recurring nightmare about Frankenstein's monster.
     You see, I was about 2-3 years old. Around Halloween my dad went to a rummage sale and purchased an Aurora brand model kit called "Big Frankie". See the attached vintage advertisement.
     It was about 20 inches high and almost 12 inches wide, nearly as big as I was. To me, it resembled a terrifying flat-headed child in enormous shoes. For a while it stood on the dresser by my crib and scared the be-who-whats-its our of me. So, it was inevitable it would invade mt dreams. About the same time, Dad acquired one of those floppy cardboard skeletons with brass rivets at all the joints. In my nightmare, Frankie did a creepy dance and he moved like that skeleton. I remember this pretty vividly.
     On more than one one occasion, people have said "Wow, this explains a lot..."