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Tuesday, September 29, 2015

AVATAR

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In a past post, I mentioned the gaming table top simulator, Fantasy Grounds.  http://thegalleryonthefridgedoor.blogspot.com/2015/08/frank-...
Sunday, September 27, 2015

MORE MONSTERS!!!

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Here are two more monsters from the sketchbook. These are creatures of a process that I have been going through for far too long. I am worki...
Thursday, September 17, 2015

WALT DISNEY BIO ON PBS

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I try to post on every Wednesday, but obviously missed my own self imposed deadline. This is because I wanted to talk about the documentary ...
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...
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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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