Hokey smokes. What was that? Two and a half years? For real?
Well, at least there’s this.
A new beginning? Hope springs eternal, indeed still in the face of the coming year.
“Nothing should be out of the reach of hope. Life is a hope”
Indeed.
Hokey smokes. What was that? Two and a half years? For real?
Well, at least there’s this.
A new beginning? Hope springs eternal, indeed still in the face of the coming year.
“Nothing should be out of the reach of hope. Life is a hope”
Indeed.
Once again the High Holiday is upon us. And so is a comic, for once in far too long.
If you find the spirit of Samhain upon you here are the past Halloween comics, as well as an archive of InkTober nonsesne.
It’s that time of year again as we cross the autumn rubicon to the vast stretch of the winter days and holidays. God help us as the old man used to say.
Another occasion to try something a little different. While things are still a bit……off schedule…..still thinking about the current state of of things, how people arrive and read and what makes the most sense. Looking for a balance of “what works on fifty hundred screen sizes” versus “what allows for a lot of play in layout and such”.
Skoode off to the park with his lovable companion, enjoying these last dog days of summer. As a kid, I saw Day of the Triffids several times on one of those afternoon movie shows wherein kids were left to bask in movies that would worm their way into our subconscious and haunt us for decades. The idea of being blind and stalked by weird plants…..some nightmare fuel there. Later I would read the book which you should absolutely check out.
The internet has returned, as it is always wont to do.
Folks the internet really only wants whats best for you. Always.
And here it is, suddenly the High Holiday is upon us. Seems my initial InkTober steam has run out, although partially it was to get a Halloween comic ready in time. As usual, the theory of “make quick comics for holidays” evolved into a complicated test of comic fortitude as I continue feeling out this ink wash angle. It was incredibly fun to do.
At Finster’s tonight it’s attack of the scary dolls and doll related entities. Who are these strange, stunted spooks? I AM GLAD YOU ASKED AS HERE IS A HANDY KEY I MADE FOR YOU BECAUSE I CARE FOR YOU SO VERY VERY MUCH:
If you’re up for more Hallow-skroode-een check out the Halloween archive yonder.
So Oíche Shamhna Shona Duit. Keep the gold chain on the doll.
Still constructing these semi autobiographical nihilistic pieces of cartoonery on a semi-inconsistent basis.
Many things demanding time and attention. And then musing over one of those periods all too common to those adrift in this comic nonsense: what is up exactly with this here and where is it going and should it continue etc etc. Long moments of unsurety.
But it continues anon. I suppose it is one of the parts of having this weird need to make stuff and throw it out into the world. Which may be enough.
TASTE THE LIBERTY PEOPLE
Scientifically designed to maximize your freedom lovin’ firework firin’ carcinogen ingestin’ ‘murican day of celebration.
Y’all can “enjoy” past Celebrations of Americana hereabouts.
Almost didn’t make it. But I did and now we both have to deal with it.
Gonna need a nap after this one.
Larger version if’n you want to poke around in the details….click for the biggun’.