Friday, April 02, 2010
here is a set of characters i have working on for quite some time now. I have been drawing short comic strips of these 2 in my sketchbook for about a year now. I thought i would share them with you. I will start to make finishes of the strips ! Let me know what you think !
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
I really would like to thank everyone who checks out my blog and reads my short poems. I feel like I have gotten out of my system this project and am starting to create final versions of these poems/illustrations. I will still be posting other work as I cannot stop creating lately !! Enjoy !
Jason had a cold. It wouldn't go away. He sneezed and he sneezed till the end of the day. Along came a big one and out it blew. He head exploded. That's what a sneeze can do.
Tuesday, March 09, 2010
Staring at his blank canvas with nothing to paint. The starving artist can no longer wait. SCratching his head and flooding his mind. No inspiration or words can describe. Running through his thoughts with no place to go. HE will go insane if the work does not flow. An artist can't create if he has nothing to show. That empty white canvas will eat at his soul.
Karen's fear of bunnies was nothing to joke. Their beaty little eyes chased her till she broke. Furry and fluffy they want to cuddle till the end. Karen would just cry, she never wanted to be their friend. One day they would get her. It's what they were meant to do. After Karen you should be running, before the bunnies get you too.
Sunday, March 07, 2010
Peg Leg Pete. The most feared pirate of the seas. A hook for a hand, a wooden block for a knee. No fear in his heart, no blood in his veins. Hunting for treasure is how he eases his pain. He only uses one eye to navigate the seas. In the belly of a squid is where he will be.
Saturday, March 06, 2010
Not all fairies are cute little friends. Some have four arms and tentacles for hair. They will not grant you wishes or put bows in your hair. They are selfish little demons, who don't even care. Razor sharp teeth and claws that dig deep. They sneak in your bed and bite you in your sleep. Next time you see a fairy flying overhead. Check to see if its friendly, for it might leave you for dead.
An owls stare can leave you still in your step. They watch you through the night, even if there is no one left. Under the dim moon light the owls play as we sleep. This wide eyed owl has no vision to speak. You may see him staring as you wander the deep inot the wood. If your in need of help, this blind owl will do you no good.
Friday, March 05, 2010
Caleb was hung in the middle of Town Square. Hung fro being a witch, but he didn't care. They burned his body, pretended he never existed. You can still hear his cry when the wind whistles. He would haunt their souls, even after death. Their children would pay for their evil mishap. If Caleb was a witch, he was quite strong. For a witches spirit lasts very long.
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
The fuzzy swing belly that roams the summer nights. Tall and wobbly you want to hold it real tight. It's adorable features can pull you right in. Play with its tails or pet its soft skin. Give it a hug your in for a surprise. Wrap you in its arms and eat out your eyes.
Monday, March 01, 2010
The albino striped vampire who roams the garden of death. Floating around with large horns on his head. Feeding off the lost souls that rest in their place. This blood thirsty vampire goes searching the graves. TRy not to be caught near this hungry demon. He'll snatch you with his claws and you won't be leaving.
Gerald loved his books. They had become his new best friend. On many new adventures, the excitement would never end. Until one day a problem would impede. Gerald my boy, had forgotten how to read. Over and around. Turning the pages till the end. Unless he remembered how to read, he had lost his only friend.
The boy who loved cereal. He ate it four times a day. All was normal until a piece jumped and said "hey". You eat all my family, you eat all my friends. If you keep up this pace there will be no more cereal left in the land. Not knowing what to do the boy did what he knew best. He popped the piece in his mouth and chewed it like the rest.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Siamese twins are not always two and the same. One has no heart and one has no brain. Two heads aren't always better than one when one can barely think, and the other is in love. Siamese dolls and siamese cats. Everything comes in pairs when another head is attached.
The rain was coming fast. It was an unstoppable event. Not sure when it would stop, flooding soon filled their heads. SAlly put on her rain gear, boots all set to go. She built a small boat out of an old tub and a row. As the water started to rise she zipped up her coat. The rising water brought some large waves that gave her a jolt. Her rickety boat would never stay afloat. Whisked away in the rising sea. There would be no more land, or even any trees. Her boat finally gave way, all that was left was a shoe. There would be nothing for miles, in the endless sea of blue.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
The skeleton man who lived a lonely single life. After death he decided he wanted a wife. He found the perfect bride. Her bones were well in tact. They decided to be married. He was finally on the right path. He chose the finest tux in all of the undead land. He even fixed his bow tie with another skeleton's hand. He waited and waited for his bride to be. There wasn't another skeleton in sight. The wind sang a lonely melody. The skeleton man who lived a lonely life. Nothing would change whether he was dead or alive.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
The XR 9000, any child's best friend. It did everything they wanted, and was the new trend. All little boys and all little girls had the XR 9000, it was the newest of twirls. It did all your homework, it played all sorts of games. It even made you a hat, in case it started to rain. All was well and going smooth. The XR 9000 started to make some unsuspected moves. It's buttons changed functions. It wouldn't obey and commands. Then came the mind control plates that launched on the children's heads. From here on out the XR 9000 was through. It was the computers turn to tell you what to do.
The magical Koi fish who swam the mystic river. Once an ancient king who refused to get old and wither. His wish was granted with the help of some magic. The rest of this tale becomes a little tragic. Living forever in the chilly waters of the streams. The ancient kings life was more than he dreamed. He was safe from the world and hadn't a care in sight. Till one fateful day he mistook a hook for a bite. Caught in the line and mistaken for fresh fish. The ancient king was next served on a dish.
After 100 years of science and 100 years of travel. We finally made it to Mars to see what we can unravel. There wasn't any water or fuel for our cars. They do have many large rocks which can't take us very far. No intelligent life or plants to spare. There are lots of monsters and really bad air. Nowhere to run and no place to go. This forbidden planet is now my new home.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Bobby was afraid of getting sucked down the drain. It's happened before and the legend has always been the same. You step inside and let the water run. Once it fills up it pulls you deep in the tub. Through the pipes and into the ocean. The drain has taken you in a single motion. Holding his breath with his ducky held tight. Bobby stepped in and vanished out of sight.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
The monkey sock puppet who was delicately made with love. He's become slightly ragged. His stripes not nearly as dove. Left at the bottom of the closet of the den. This new addition is having trouble fitting in. The other socks are lifeless. They have no buttons or ears. There is not fluffy stuffing, he's nothing like his peers. They smell and their dirty. Their patterns quite bland. All this puppet needs is a small helping hand.
In the heart of the jungle a hunter seeks his prey. A new mount for his wall is why he's searching today. This large exotic creature has never been seen by man. A legend of the jungle. Even the local tribes fear its command. The hunters moving slowly, listening to the land. There's a rustle in the bushes, this could be my only chance. I hear heavy breathing, I'll be the first to have a glance. I'll take a step back, I want a good shot. I feel its heavy breathing, deep in my heart.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
It was the worst blizzard I have ever seen. Snow was flying everywhere. Even in-between. I have been walking for hours, trudging through the snow. Where I was, I would never know. Hoping I could see any familiar sight. The shimmering snow was my only source of light. Colder and colder my body is getting weak. If I don't find my way, I'll be frozen here for weeks.
Monday, February 15, 2010
The sole puppy left in the pound. Wandering away from home I wound up lost and found. The kind and loving family that I thought I once knew, haven't come to rescue me. I feel like a lost shoe. Time is running out. They better get here fast. Dog's that aren't puppies don't seem to last. No one wants an old dog. WE sleep from dusk til dawn. I hope my family finds me, I don;t have very long.
One day a small lump started growing on my arm. I didn't know what to do, it really wasn't any harm. The lump got bigger and bigger. One day it grew an eye. I kept it tucked under my shirt, but then it got a stye. Now it started talking. IT wears a top hat on its head. I always wanted a brother, I got a lump instead.
The happy man with his beautiful wife. They made a great dinner well equipped with ice. All went well from beginning to end. The chicken tasted great. The salad chilled and petite. The bread warm and toasty. It was a buttery treat. The loving man forgot his wife was allergic to wheat. The fluffy white gold enamored her plate. A taster for her love is all she would take. ON his way to the table, dessert in hand. His wife was keeled over, bread in her hand.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Every night in the cemetery the skeletons roam the grounds. They are looking for a home that can never be found. Not sure where they are, not sure what to do. When the sun sets in the cemetery, it becomes a skeleton zoo. Some are friends and loved ones, others once were pets. Don't disturb the skeletons, for they easily get upset. If you see a skeleton hanging around a grave. try not to get frightened. You will meet them there one day.
The famous race at Mount DuBlanc'. Happens every year and cannot be stopped. A race to the top of this steep french mountain. Pierre DaFoe thought no one would catch him. He's never won a race, never finished his final lap. He kept a lucky rabbits foot tucked away in his cap. His pint sized car with rocket speed was a very fast machine. Fast I tell you. Fast indeed. Pierre took the lead all the way to the top. Caught up with his victory he didn't think to stop. Off the mountain his car flew and flew. Pierre's last lap was finally through.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
It's the only way home. I have no other choice. Through the dark forest, you would never hear my voice. The trees are dark and heavy. They never grow any leaves. Their spiny long branches, will make you stop and heave. The spirits inside make you weak at the knees. I hold my breath. I swallow my pride. It's the only way home. I hope I make it out alive.
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Dolores the cow was very unique. A milking cow who made no milk to speak. The farmers all left her alone in the pasture. Hoping one day she'd be served with mashers. Her only known purpose was to make milk for all. She couldn't make milk, but it wasn't her fault. Dolores was useless as a cow used for milking. The farmers would grind her right up for cooking.
I have finally gotten my internet back and am back posting all my recent work !! Please leave comments !!
His long lost love he was bound to find. She came and went, but never slipped his mind. She stole his heart right from his chest. He would rather have her than take it back. He packed his things and off he went. To find his love, it was time well spent. He searched all the land, high and low. Reached the end of the world to find a little note. It was attached to his heart, she had left no more tracks. It wasn't his heart that he wanted back.
Be kind to the boy who is quiet in class. For you may never know what kind of powers he may possess. You can bully him around, he'll never answer back. After you made your move, he'll get you with a snap. You may feel a little queasy, then you look around. You arm is now a monster, dragging you to the ground. The little shy boy who does what he's told. Don't push his buttons, he may send you to another world.
In the sea of monsters, all is not well. There isn't a creature floating that won't scare you out of your shell. Some breathe fire, others latch onto your skin. Some are so black with evil, you don't even get a chance to swim. Enter the sea of monsters, you'll have a nice surprise. It might not come in a pretty box, but I can guarantee you many eyes.
There's a good reason cats have nine lives. They come and steal your soul when you look into their green eyes. When they cross your path, you should stay very calm. Don't let this fury creature jump into your arms. Thats when they steal your soul and put it in a bottle. If that bottle isn't filled, your in for some trouble. Beware that cute little cat who has many many lives. He might just trick you into looking at those big bright eyes.
One day my pickle jumped right up off my plate. HE said he'd grant me wishes if i let him run away. Oh the many wishes I would want to have. Giant lizards and monsters to help me rule the land. I could be a hundred feet tall and shoot fire from my mouth. INstead I'll eat this pickle before he runs right out. I poked him with my fork and chewed him into bits. I haven't eaten a pickle that taste better since.
Monday, February 01, 2010
Sorry I have not been posting much past few days. I have no internet service at the new place yet !!!! Enjoy !!
The long legged witch with candy striped thighs. Evil as could be she terrorized the skies. Haunting and bothering the pleasant people in town. They ran to the wizard to stop their endless frowns. He summoned a tornado to come down from the skies. Go home and sleep, do not worry or cry. I will take care of this, run off to bed. For when they awoke, there was a house on that witches head.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Even though moving has been my priority and I really cannot think straight this week, I feel like many of my recent poems have been about love. Mostly lost love. Enjoy !!
Waiting for his love that he once lost. The boy on the rock knew his only cause. He would wait for her return, whether she knew or not. He would sit and wait on that giant rock. The wind would blow, the rocks drift in the sand. The boy would never be happy unless he held her pretty hand. No one in the distance. No one on the horizon. Waiting for his love, it would be real quiet.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Just had a little extra inspiration. Another poem !!
The little bird in the little cage. Whistles along til the sun takes a break. Sleeps and eats on the same old pole. Day after day never changing its role. Year after year it follows it's routine. This little bird will never enjoy a new scene.
IT has been a verrryy busy week. I am moving and my mind could not think about poems. It has been very robotic. Move-Build-Move. Todays art and poem is kind of an indirect tribute to my love for the Winnie The Pooh books. When I was working at Disney (before being kindly laid off) I was working on a special WTP project, read all of the books, which are amazing. Here is an indirect sad tribute !
The old bear in his attic chest. Comes to life while you are at rest. Thrown next to the chewed up fox. This bear wanders the attic deep into thought. Will he leave or is this the end? Will this bear ever be loved again?
Sunday, January 24, 2010
New in school and new in town. Josh McCloy rarely frowned. A good little boy who did his best. He made his bed and passed all his tests. No one would speak to him or give him a chance. Josh would always be the new kid in class. He would make no friends, or have anyone around. Josh made his first, never ending frown.
It has been a crazy week. I am moving this week and my mind is everywhere !!! I did not get a chance to create a poem yesterday so I decided to create 2 for today !! Enjoy !!
The lonely ghost of little Troy. Struck by a train when he was a small boy. The first to be buried under the large oak tree. The only ghost lurking in the dark cemetery. Time passes by and nobody visits. THere are no other souls who know of is existence. Seasons still chance, the grass still grows. Its hard to be the only ghost you know.
Friday, January 22, 2010
I have always wanted to do a Beatles tribute as I am always inspired by their music when I work. I finally have come up with something. !! Enjoy !
The four english boys who loved to sing. They wore matching suits and their guitars would ring. They were unstoppable, their music a blast. They were on top of the world, on it real fast. Tragedy struck these lovable friends. Four became three, then two in the end. They all grew apart, their music soon died. They were never the same, those four english boys.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Coffee is something that most people need in their everyday life I do enjoy coffee, but I do not need it to survive. There are some creatures that do ! Enjoy ! Please leave comments !!
The coffee bean monster of the peruvian shore. Preys off coffee beans, but doesn't eat much more. This sneaky ground dweller has a horned front bill. They grab those beans from your precious morning fill. Next time you have your lovely cup of java. Check on the ground for this bean eating monster.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
This was my original post for yesterday. Hope you enjoy this, it is one of my favorites !!
Birthdays are great, they come once a year. This little boy had a different idea. Instead of celebrating with his friends in his home. His decided he wanted to have his birthday alone. He ate his cake and opened his gift. Nobody watched or cheered him a bit. After a while on his birthday throne. The boy finally realized. He's spending his birthday alone.