# 325

The crack of the Onculator rang clear through the still night.
Flesh melted and receded off into soft silent waves of sound. Another reign of terror stopped short in it's prime.
Ink and colored pencil on Mi-Teintes pastel paper, 9" x 6"

# 285

When the hot summer sun rises to a mere 50 feet over the ground in August, my body is drawn to the air conditioning like a moth to flame. Having done this for too too long, the yard is reaching (what we in the biz like to call) meadow status. As I attempted to cut the grass, I found that the shaggedy greenery had taken on a mind of its own and wasn't about to sit idly by and be mowed.
Ink and colored pencil on Mi-Teintes pastel paper, 8" x 10"

# 151

Faced with the daunting task of destroying an entire city by himself, Leon lost his nerve...and his lunch. He spewed the contents of several destroyed towns and villages and in one terrible instant the city was washed in a hideous wave of terror and filth!
Ink and colored pencil on mat board, 8" x 10"