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“It Was An Accident” – Odjit Cartoon #1

Posted in Art, Cartoons, Display, Odjit, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on December 18, 2008 by scratchyb

The Odjits are creatures that live in the tundra.  Part penguin, part monkey, all monster, they can’t seem to do anything that doesn’t end badly.

It was an accident.

It was an accident.

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Spiraling away

Posted in Art, Process, Technique with tags , , , , , , , , , on November 26, 2008 by scratchyb

I posted one of my original drawings on Etsy today.  It’s actually an older piece, inspired by a quote of a quote.  The quote as I first encountered it was in Caitlin Kiernan’s Threshold about extra-dimensional bogey beasts, and it was a quote taken from an Algernon Blackwood story called “The Willows”, also about extra-dimensional bogey beasts, although with a different tone and background.

The quote: “Our thoughts make spirals in their world . . .”

It inspired this mixed-media drawing, where I tried a large-scale stippling technique and added some minor collage for the spiraling eyes. Gold ink was washed over the nautilus shell in the background.

"Our thoughts make spirals . . ."

Nightmares from the Arbortoreum

Posted in animals, Art, Hybrids with tags , , , , , , , , on November 22, 2008 by scratchyb

There is a place where trees are planted that cannot, and will not, ever grow quite right.  Some people say they are insane, others say they’re just mutant trees.  They are all taken to a place of rest, a place free of animals and people.  An Arbortoreum.  There they sit in silence amongst each other, and while away their twisted days by dreaming of animals to dwell under and within their gnarled boughs.

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The Dowl, a deer/owl hybrid.

This is the start of a new series of original ink drawings done on basswood plaques.  These drawings will be available from the Old Scratch store as they appear.

Happy Halloween, fellow creeps!!!

Posted in Art, Display with tags , , , , , , , on October 31, 2008 by scratchyb
what?  Worms?  Rope? Intestines!?

A face on a bed of: what? Worms? Rope? Intestines!?

Attack of the Platyrabbis

Posted in animals, Art, Hybrids with tags , , , , , , on October 15, 2008 by scratchyb

You know that, unlike other living things, the aforementioned platyrabbis (see the last post) didn’t actually evolve over time.   Rather, two separate animals evolved, in two very remote areas of the world.  And then they made their way into my mind, and one day, they collided.  The result:

So, um, don’t mess with the platyrabbis.

An odd pair . . .

Posted in Art with tags , , , , , on October 11, 2008 by scratchyb

My girlfriend and I have an alternate set of character-egos that evolved over the past couple of years.  It’s actually a little bit um, cute.   I’m embarrassed to reveal their names.   Anyway, we thought that it would be nice to bring these creatures to life in our apartment, and I drew on a couple of basswood plaques with sepia and black pen (no wood-burning, I don’t have the equipment), and here’s the result:

This is the three-toed Platyrabbis.  Don't piss off the three-toed platyrabbis.

This is the three-toed Platyrabbis.

This is the rare puppycat.

This is the rare puppycat.

On Procrastination

Posted in Art, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on September 15, 2008 by scratchyb

Why is it that when one has three hours a day to do the thing they truly love, they spend two hours of that time doing everything else they hate, like dishes, bills, meaningless puttering around that amounts to nothing?

Not that that’s me, of course.  I’m talking about all you procrastinators out there.  Yeah, you, whittling away a perfectly good Saturday afternoon with bad movies you’ve seen already, then looking at your drafting table/half-finished sculpture/hastily written blob of paragraphs that’s supposed to be a novel, and then going back and reading half a book you know you aren’t actually going to finish anyway.  And now you have only an hour and a half of “you time” left, and you know you aren’t getting anything done with that.  So you take a quick nap.

Bet you’re feeling proud of yourself, now that it’s Monday and yet again, you’re not doing anything but reading this.  How’s that working out for you?  Well, keep it up.  After all, great works always make themselves, in the middle of the afternoon, while you take a nap.