Taking Stock

-




My writing is some of the best on the net.  My artwork is in the taste of the beholder, no more, as with all art.  I like drawing anthro hybrids.  Over the last 6 years I am getting better and better.  I will always have a long way to go.  I would probably draw porn if I could get into it, but I cannot, alas.  Drawing it, anyway!
I have too many influences to mention.  I will say this, there is more talent in a Kim Deitch drawing than anything on the entire site of, say, FurAffinity, SoFurry, or above all that abomination of a child porn site InkBunny.  Computers only contribute technique, nothing else.
There are good people out there, some really fantastic artists.  For sheer good natured talented adult art, may I suggest the redoubtable SgtKlark.  I have corresponded with him a lot but he will talk to anyone, one hell of a nice guy.
  Mac Smith of Scurry is currently top of the heap of all comics, story and art.  Unmatched, beyond original.  There are hundreds of artists that I misremember their names.  I do not have access to any groups except what any member of the public has and that is no good.  It is a shame so many great artists work for DC and Marvel, superheroes are brain dead and dull, the crime of crimes.  Batman should have been killed off decades ago, Superman wrote itself into a corner with the first issue, and the entire Marvel Universe is pretentious, unconscious self-mockery.  At least DC is trying with the Vertigo line, some really good stuff there.





John Constantine





Spider Jerusalem
 

 Sgtklark.





Doom Patrol, Lotion the Cat





Lotion and the Crow





Animal Man




Shade, The Changing Man.  Steve Ditko.





The Vertigo version.




I was 19 when this came out, the world of Mega-City One, 2000 A.D.  What a great comic this has been!  This is by Brian Bolland.





I really like this comic.



 
A lot!





Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Two Angel Forms Were Seen To Glide

-
Image
’Twas on a lofty vase’s side, Where China’s gayest art had dyed The azure flowers that blow; Demurest of the tabby kind, The pensive Selima, reclined, Gazed on the lake below. Her conscious tail her joy declared; The fair round face, the snowy beard, The velvet of her paws, Her coat, that with the tortoise vies, Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes, She saw; and purred applause. Still had she gazed; but ’midst the tide Two angel forms were seen to glide, The genii of the stream; Their scaly armour’s Tyrian hue Through richest purple to the view Betrayed a golden gleam. The hapless nymph with wonder saw; A whisker first and then a claw, With many an ardent wish, She stretched in vain to reach the prize. What female heart can gold despise? What cat’s averse to fish? Presumptuous maid! with looks intent Again she stretch’d, again she bent, Nor knew the gulf between. (Malignant Fate sat by, and smiled) The slippery verge her feet beguiled, She tumbled headlong in. Eigh
Read more

Where In The World Is Billy D Bunny?

-
Image
''The plight of Davis Paul'' ''Dam you to Hades Billy! why are you setting fire to my Wardrobe with your Cigarette!!?''...you would hear on occasion some kind of verbal anger often from Davis - shouting out in abstract Frustration, 'just because Billy Thought Davis Pauls Clothes were lame'' oh yeah, Billy D was the Dude.........Davis put up with so much crap and nonsense from the rebellious Layabout - come would be antisocial super hero, ''the enabler''...Davis Paul was literally at the end of his tether..all those worrisome late nights... Davis would often shout at Billy, during one of Billy's Trash rampages, ''Aunt may never has this problem ever with peter parker !'' and then the rest of the time, Davis Paul wondering where Billy was? and what was Billy D up too? then after hours and hour of worrying,  Billy would just rock up - staggering through the Front door, Gladiator outfit on, covered
Read more

Two Sides Of The Same Coin

-
Image
 It was a lovely day in November.  At least Tom thought it was November, the air was crisp and cool and it felt Novemberish.  There were no calenders here, while he had a clock he rarely looked at it.  He never had to be anywhere at any particular time in any event, when he had to be somewhere he always showed up on time, if that's the word for it.  Anyway, it was a nice Fall day. Tom stood on his porch that surrounded the small field stone house, he could see and smell the smoke from his neighbor's fires, someone was cooking fish and the big cat was salivating.  Since he had had his coffee he wasn't hungry, but the fish really smelled enticing.  Odd, he thought, I haven't had meat since I got here.  When did I get here?  he thought to himself, I don't remember.  Maybe someplace in town sold meat, although he had never seen such a shop.  It didn't matter, what with the bread and potatoes and butter and honey he was never hungry.  Tom lit a cigarette
Read more