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Thursday, September 10, 2015

GA - NOB - BLINS!!!!

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RUN AAAAAAAAWWWWWAAAAY!!!! Here is a collection of characters that started to come to the page as I explored the concepts of a couple cart...
Wednesday, September 9, 2015

A LIFE OF THEIR OWN ...

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Sometimes a drawing takes on a life of their own. This one did. I was drawing after lunch in my journal ... not sure of what I was really dr...
Sunday, September 6, 2015

STONE AGE COMPUTERS

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One of the projects that keeps recurring is my desire to recreate the cartoon I did as a college project. I used, with permission, Walter De...
Wednesday, September 2, 2015

A TOAST TO THE PROFESSOR

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According to my Tolkien calendar, today, September 2nd is the anniversary of J.R.R. Tolkien's death. So in his honor I offer this carica...
Sunday, August 30, 2015

FRANK WOULD OF LOVED THIS

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He really would of ... Maybe it was the reality that an age had passed. That something that you really enjoyed would never be the same. Ma...
Wednesday, August 26, 2015

M

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This is another inking test. The subject is Peter Lorre from the Fritz Lang film "M." I don't know if this is a step forwa...
Sunday, August 23, 2015

HERE KITTY KITTY!!

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I am once again behind in my attempt to catch up with my posts, as Yoko and I went on a short vacation to Key West. I think it took longer t...
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Well met, fellow traveller. May I offer the sharing of water? Take a long drink from my wineskin. What shall you call me? To give a name is to offer definition — and worse yet, power over such as I. Still, I have worn many names, some given, some taken. For now, you may call me Mhor Gunn, the Great Fire. It is my current nom de voyage. I am a storyteller wandering without map or compass, seeking tales old and new — some remembered clearly, others half‑forgotten. Are they true or false? That is for you to decide. We all carry truths. But what is truth? An unchanging law? The loudest voice? The one who refuses to stop speaking? I walk in the space between myth and memory, drawing images and runes in the sand. There was a time when the best place by the fire was saved for the storyteller. Come. Sit. Listen to my tales.
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