In anticipation of Tuesday’s first debate, I am reminded of the movie ‘The Exorcist’. The growing sense of unease, menace, and mounting horror at the malignancy that has been growing unchecked under our own roof. That feeling of desperate hope when kindly Father Merrin finally shows up for the showdown with the bile spewing demon. Here’s wishing Joe Biden luck in keeping up with the fire hydrant of lies, fear and hatred. Or maybe they will surprise us all with an evening of intelligent discourse and reasonable debate on the issues . . . (uh, yeah, right)
Some of my favorite pieces this year have been non-commissioned. Here’s another in my series of Terry Pratchett inspired illustrations. (see previous posts over the past month or so). Here’s the Librarian (word of advice; don’t call him a ‘monkey’).
As I wrote in an earlier post, I’ve been reading (and sometimes re-reading) through a huge pile of Terry Pratchett novels during this strange year. The sense of absurd humor and colorful recurring characters I’ve been finding strangely comforting. Several of the most recent titles I’ve gotten through have featured a wonderful trio of witches, Granny Esme Weatherwax, ‘Nanny’ Gytha Ogg, and their young junior apprentice Magrat Garlick. I previously did a portrait of “Death” (from the same series of novels) and wanted to do another one along the same lines. They may or may not end up as self promo pieces.
This past weekend, I’ve been sharing all the Llewellyn ‘Witches Companion’ covers from the past fourteen years. Try as I might, as I looked through the blog, I couldn’t quite make the numbers tally up between the covers I’ve shared and the number of covers I knew I had done. Turns out I had previously neglected to share one back in 2017. So, without further ado, here’s the ‘missing link’ in the collection.
Last week, Diana Rigg passed away. I and my brother Tom both had a significant crush on “Mrs. Peel” from the Avengers, and I was reminded of this fun little movie from the late sixties by my friend Cate. Did a quick caricature drawing this morning by way of a memorial (and belatedly to the hard drinking Oliver Reed who passed away over twenty years ago now).