Happy Halloween

"Mother's Son" is a fun little monster drawing that has been sitting on the desk since early October this year. I wanted to do a theme for Halloween that would incorporate a Lovecraftian horror with a warrior babe. What I got was something that felt like Grendel and his mother. The piece turned out pretty well, since It took all night to finish and the details fell into place for shading and lighting. This one has a stand alone quality that I liked right off the get go with the environmental colors. Playing with CS3 managed to bring out a wonderful effect on the clouds and atmosphere that I fell in love with over the monster's purplish ridges and crests.

I am a fan of H.P Lovecraft and I tend to have many sketches of creatures that would fit right in with Great Old One's ilk. Lovecraft had this reporter/professorial quality to his body of work that made you feel you were reading the terror first hand from the dark shadowy pulp corners of a tabloid or a science publishing.The only author to date that I feel could expand on his work is Stephen King. When King decides to walk down these dark lanes of ancient cobblestone it is magic. He does mostly short stories when visiting upon us the creeping horrors of H.P Lovecraft. They are some of his best in my view that sneer up at you from Nightshift and Skeleton Crew. 

Hopefully the man will give us one big drop down a well of terror and visit upon us something out of a Sutter Kane novel in the near future, you John Carpenter fans out there know what I mean by this. It is my boys second Halloween and we got him a Godzilla suit and a flashlight and we are off to have some tricks or treats this friday. Perhaps the Mother's Son will get tons of treats this hollows eve as well.

Jeddins Field: The Story behind it.

Ok, so my family keeps asking me why Jeddins Field for the title of your blog? Why not Kevin164, or just rantings of a starving artist? I love them sooo much...where else can you get such sarcasm so close to home. So here it is guys in a nutshell Jeddins Field is story about a woman who dies at seventy after a long bout with cancer. She is trapped along with two hundred dead souls in the after life within the small town of Mission Crest, California. Between them and the welcoming light is a terrible demon that will not let them pass. This woman's soul is now within the prime of her death-life, which she consider it to be twenty-five; she then decides to do something  after a close friend is consumed by the evil entity. She set out too enlists the aid of four fighter ace pilots from various wars that have chosen to "slumber" in an abandoned air field called Jeddins Field rather than face the judgement awaiting them in the light. This is no easy feat since the demon seeks to destroy her and any who help her while she tries to cross the town.

With the awaking of the four she then must convince them too help in the fight against the demon and gain the freedom of the trapped souls of her township. This turns out to be even harder since three of them are related and have grudges against the other. The tree in this picture symbolizes the fourth pilot's resting place. He is the eldest and can be considered like the Red Baron. He appears as a silent skeletal reaper like visage that flies an old world war one bi-plane that can kick some serious spectral butt. 

I liked this story when I first wrote it as a twelve year old. It has been sitting somewhere in a file under years of bills and receipts. Since it was one of my first stories it tends to hold a special place in my heart and I thought I would revive it as my Web-Site/Blog/Portfolio. 

I've always been fascinated with what we all have to face in life at the end and my Heroine is a plucky world war two grandmother of three who gets to be gorgeous again as she was in youthful life. A prize fighter and a good mom she represented an age of women's independence and bravery. I like her and would like to follow up on her story and the four pilots she has to coral into being the heroes they are. She is also the great grandmother of character who would star in her own novel that sits in the same box of notes and art under my desk. Perhaps we can get to them once we establish ourselves. We'll see...