This was a fun project. It's a comic book based on an unfinished Independent B Movie film about Dracula that was written and directed by Josh Weinberg. The writing credit for the comic book lists Mr. Weinberg, Matt Brassfield and myself. Juliet Fromholt did the print formatting and the cover lettering and colors were done by Jason Gilmore. And, if you didn't already suspect, I did the artwork. Not only was this a fun project to do, but I think it's also a pretty fun read. If you'd like to judge for yourself, you can either pick up a copy at any of the finer comic book shops or order the title online at www.bloodscreamcomics.com.
Monday, October 1, 2018
Saturday, September 1, 2018
Riddles in the Round
"Isn't it curious," Iago suddenly said, "how geography affects so many things?"
Quasimodo put his hands on his hips, smiled and gave his companion a sidelong glance. "I'm no C. Auguste Dupin," he replied. "There is no way on earth I can deduce what led to that question. It just came out of the blue. Besides, what exactly are you talking about?"
Iago was surprised. "Why, dragons, of course. You know, things like that. How could you not know what I was referring to?"
Wednesday, August 1, 2018
Drawn Hearts
She walked up behind him, put her arms around him and nestled her head on his shoulder. "Good morning, Frank," she whispered in his ear. He did not turn around, but patted her arm. And so they stood there quietly, two people almost melted into one, looking out their patio door at the flowers in their backyard.
Sunday, July 1, 2018
Punchinello, Mourning
A second piece inspired by a book about Domenico Tiepolo's Punchinello drawings. Some of the biographical sources I checked flatly state that the artist was born in 1726, while others just as confidently state 1727. The Library of Congress Cataloging in Publication (CIP) Data on my book's copyright page states 1726 but with a question mark after it. And that's why I followed the Library of Congress' subject heading for the gravestone's inscription... as if you were really wondering.
Friday, June 1, 2018
The Good Shepherd
When I was a child my grandmother gave me the above plaque as a Christmas gift (yes, the colors are off and it has a distracting flash. I never was a very good photographer). I've often wondered who was the artist. There is no signature and no title. Not only am I a terrible photographer, I'm also a terrible detective, so I have no idea how to track down the information. If you know who the artist is, I'd be delighted if you'd tell me. Oh, the accompanying pencil sketch is merely my feeble attempt to copy the image.
Credit where credit is due! Almost a month after posting the above, I discovered the artist was Bernhard Plockhorst.
Credit where credit is due! Almost a month after posting the above, I discovered the artist was Bernhard Plockhorst.
Monday, May 21, 2018
Character in Search of a Fairy Tale
I have a book written by Adelheid Gealt that is about Domenico Tiepolo's Punchinello drawings and every time I look at it I think that I should try a doodle of the character... but, for one reason or another, I never do. As you can tell by the hat, this started out as a Punch-type individual but it quickly got away from me and degenerated into just another fairy tale type character. Ah well!
Friday, April 20, 2018
Bartleby, the Scribbler
"So," he smiled, "correct me if I'm wrong..."
"Oh, brother!" I interjected, "That's bound to be a never-ending job!"
"But," he continued unperturbed, "didn't Poe want to have his own magazine?"
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Zinnia Dreams
There are people who can make the desert bloom and faded hearts to flower. Such people have a gift ... and such people are a gift.
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The old man sat down next to me on the dune. We watched in silence as the waves lapped the shore and I hoped he would not break the spell by...
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The sun was beginning to set by the time I eluded my final pursuer. Having a moment to rest, I studied my surroundings. I had never been ...
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There's nothing to this. It's merely the result of spending some time in the company of a pencil when neither of us had much to say.
