Wednesday, September 30, 2009

# 335


Marvin launched into a spaz attack as soon as the children spotted him lurking in the shadows. How could he have been so careless?
Adrenaline pumped through his veins amidst his fit and he began to turn invisible. Now he might be able to pull it together and make his escape.
Ink and colored pencil on Mi-Teintes pastel paper, 5" x 7"

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

# 334


Birdman spiraled into a deep depression. Today was the day that he found out his reflection wasn't his girlfriend. At least her mysterious "Simon Says" game finally made sense.
Ink and colored pencil on mat board, 5" x 7"

Monday, September 28, 2009

# 333


Rumplehuffskin is the saddest horseman that ever did get sad.
All he wants is to be more like people and drink a bottle of soda. Ironically, without human thumbs, Rumplehuffskin's hooves are unable to open the cap on the bottle.
Ink and colored pencil on Mi-Teintes pastel paper, 9" x 6"

Sunday, September 27, 2009

# 332


Like a purple cloud or bloated holiday parade balloon, Gene floated over the doomed city below. No one on the ground could have predicted this while they ate their Wheaties this morning. Gene didn't even know he'd be here now but that's the fun of letting the wind take you to your next meal!
Ink and colored pencil on Mi-Teintes pastel paper, 10" x 8"

Saturday, September 26, 2009

# 331


Don't look so shocked and sad Sal.
Somehow our flat-headed friend Sal has made it to 762 years of age without seeing his own reflection. That changed today...he didn't even know that his pants had fallen off.
Ink and colored pencil on Mi-Teintes pastel paper, 7" x 5"

Friday, September 25, 2009

# 330


The moon holds no sway over Archibald. This were-boy will spend his nights stealing candy from babies and smearing his dirty hands on the clean clean walls.
It's all a bit mean.
Ink and colored pencil on Mi-Teintes pastel paper, 9" x 6"

Thursday, September 24, 2009

# 329


The clowny slug king laughs, chuckles, and chortles over the sad misfortune of the rest of the world. he is surely ruler of all and no one can stand against him. All will suffer before him.
Sadly, the slug king is unaware that he is one half inch tall and powerless against salt.
Ink and colored pencil on Mi-Teintes pastel paper, 7" x 5"