odyverse

Tarzan!

2011-02-20T13:36:00.001-08:00

Rex Ryder

2010-10-27T05:22:00.001-07:00

Self Protrait ala Mike Grell

2010-05-02T12:03:00.000-07:00

Yet more zombies

2010-04-11T13:11:00.000-07:00

Babe

2010-04-11T13:10:00.000-07:00

Sadler Zombie

2010-04-09T04:32:00.001-07:00

Not very pretty

2010-04-07T05:26:00.001-07:00

Hand Shake

2010-04-04T12:59:00.001-07:00

Zombie Slayers

2010-04-03T15:21:00.001-07:00

zoMbiE faCe

2010-04-03T15:18:00.001-07:00

Quick sketch with new pens while Chris was in grocery store shopping.

Nekkid Zombies

2010-04-03T15:12:00.000-07:00

For a story of Chris'...

Buscemi

2010-03-26T17:49:00.000-07:00

BRAINS HA HA HA HA! ! !

2010-03-23T05:16:00.001-07:00

Another Bill

2010-03-21T12:06:00.001-07:00

I'm afraid he'd chew the scenery more than the victims.

Although Dustin could do a good job also!

2010-03-20T16:01:00.001-07:00

More Zombies

2010-03-19T09:54:00.000-07:00

Ebert postulated that the only zombie movie out there left to make was one from the zombie's point of view wherein he is the hero. The only man I can think to play that role... Billy H!

Or this Bill

Al...not so much!

Brraaiinnnsssss! ! !

the Warlord Travis Morgan R. I. P.

2010-03-18T16:14:00.001-07:00

Ah, zombie acton

2010-03-18T16:04:00.000-07:00

Inks over Frazetta, (how could you go wrong?)

2010-01-09T16:26:00.000-08:00

A boy and his robot

2009-12-25T22:29:00.000-08:00

And a refined version of possible new strip

New Strip?

2009-12-03T05:28:00.001-08:00

Maug

2009-11-18T05:18:00.001-08:00

Genesis Artifact

2009-10-25T14:43:00.001-07:00

Working on reality for Genesis Artifact story....

2009-10-17T10:07:00.001-07:00

Going for a classic-retro-old timey feel for the Scifi elements.

DC Direct Harlan Waters

2009-08-11T13:25:00.001-07:00

Just inked Shawn's Firestorm

2009-08-11T13:21:00.000-07:00

Omac Cap'n America

2009-08-02T13:02:00.001-07:00

I was interested to learn Omac was originally a Captain American of the future idea. Had to run with it...

Mighty Men and Monster Maker

2009-06-27T09:58:00.001-07:00

Wondrous hours and days were spent playing with this some twenty odd years ago. It was my nephew's and probably one of the best devices to get his creative energies flowing.

Finally got one again via e-bay. No black crayon came with it but I'm finding an almost dry Deco Blue art marker works nicer and scans better. (Easier to wipe out the blue-muck like using no-repro blue.)

(A fresh marker was just too "wet"and wanted to bleed into the paper too much.)

Ahhhh, An oldie!

2009-05-12T15:24:00.001-07:00

Spring

2009-03-22T15:12:00.000-07:00

You can tell it's Spring whenI start drawing jungle pictures!

Captain Victory

2009-03-18T09:49:00.000-07:00

In keeping with my entry of Valentine's Day I think DC should get the rights to Captain Victory and incorporate him into their current cosmic melee.

What If the HULK took the Infinity Gauntlet?

2009-03-03T11:19:00.000-08:00

Giant (High Fantasy)

2009-03-03T11:18:00.001-08:00

2009-02-16T12:16:00.000-08:00

Zombie Boy

2009-02-16T12:09:00.000-08:00

3 Generations

2009-02-14T17:14:00.000-08:00

Issues 11 and 12 of Captain Victory,

a rather poignant ending

to Kirby's Fourth World Saga.

Batman

2009-01-08T16:54:00.000-08:00

Sad Creature

2008-09-29T04:42:00.001-07:00

Harken back to the movie star comic era...

2008-09-29T04:41:00.000-07:00

Spud beastie

2008-09-19T21:33:00.001-07:00

Formulaic, I know

2008-08-23T23:32:00.001-07:00

Return With Me To The Lost Lands

2008-08-05T05:21:00.000-07:00

I just wanted to see what an elephant might look like in the Lost Lands. Bit of a Bad @$$!

Comic Inserts

2008-07-31T08:51:00.000-07:00

Remember this comic centerfold from way back?
A Neal Adams classic! (of course I've cleaned it up a bit.)

If I remember right Marvel had Dr. Doom by
the King as one centerspread and the other
was a higgeldy piggeldy melange of heroes by their
current artists cobbled together in a hodge podge
collage with the perspective on no two in agreement.

Neither one was as cool as DC's Centerfold.

Here's a spin on it as if Marvel had hired ol' Neal.

So, it's cheap and easy. I'm on vacation and feeling lazy.
I know it's not Rembrandt, I just wanted to see what they'd
look like. So kiss my ass!

Awe, c'mon... it had to be done!

2008-07-30T21:01:00.000-07:00

Besides, Hyperion and Night Hawk
have always been two of my
favorites!

Word of Warning

2008-07-30T14:21:00.000-07:00

Do not click on the links that these
FV(<^G @$$#0[E$
are attaching to the comments on my posts.
They will upload a virus on you!

Any of them that say something like
"See Here..." or "Look here..."

I delete the entries as soon as I see them.
Fv(<^g prick losers have nothing better
to do?

Always a cool image, white pencil on black board

2008-07-30T14:19:00.000-07:00

Finished what I started 2 yrs ago.

2008-07-30T14:18:00.000-07:00

Novel I'm working on

2008-07-18T04:36:00.000-07:00

TWO MOONS OVER MICHIGAN

The Ultra-Humanite

2008-02-24T12:46:00.000-08:00

2008-02-22T05:16:00.000-08:00

From the Tarzan radio show, Monsier LeClerk, a sentamentalist.

2008-02-21T05:23:00.000-08:00

Latest

2008-02-10T12:04:00.001-08:00

Latest sketches

2008-01-31T22:33:00.001-08:00

Working towards penning the perfect jungle...I'm a long way off

2008-01-17T05:27:00.001-08:00

Some new doodles

2008-01-13T14:56:00.000-08:00

A couple of a new character for Lost Lands

2007-12-26T04:38:00.000-08:00

Ape Man

2007-12-24T12:36:00.000-08:00

Inking B W S!

2007-12-22T15:42:00.000-08:00

The King

2007-12-09T14:17:00.000-08:00

After a couple tweaks

The King

2007-12-09T13:01:00.000-08:00

Playing with my pens.

2007-12-05T14:17:00.001-08:00

It'sbeen over a month but here are 2 latest Lost Lands. (Dialoge to follow later.)(A covetted Marvel No Prize if you can find three dimensional travel devices on the first page.)

The Sweet Colleens

2007-11-27T05:14:00.000-08:00

Check these guys out! They are a great band and two of them work next door to my office as lawyers.

(And as they appear in Work Related!)

Yet another variation, 2 versions.

2007-11-07T09:55:00.001-08:00

Design Update

2007-11-05T05:30:00.000-08:00

Nightcrawler

2007-11-04T15:11:00.000-08:00

Cockrum had always wanted to see Nightcrawler join the Legion of Superheroes. I think that would be a nice memorial to him if this were done. However, copywrite notwithstanding, they could tweek the color and call him something like Nocturn or some such.

Sol Grundy from a couple years ago

2007-11-04T13:30:00.000-08:00

And now for fun...

2007-10-28T21:41:00.001-07:00

Now colored

2007-10-28T10:08:00.000-07:00

playing around

2007-10-21T13:46:00.001-07:00

Latest page

2007-10-10T10:00:00.000-07:00

The Genesis Artifact-starring Harlan Waters

2007-10-06T22:07:00.000-07:00

Chapter One

The streets were dirty and dingy. New Earth Three was no better than the two before it or its parent world. Mag Ciuin Riein once settled and colonized became host to the same evils and vices that made one leave home in the first place. Overcrowding and over population were human conditions that had never been settled on the birth place of these colonies. Manifest Destiny took on other meanings once spaceflight became a commonplace occurrence. Humanity in its ample capacity for self discipline, restraint, and understanding looked to the skies for answers. They found it in extra-solar forays leading them outside of their own solar cradle. This led to the discovery and utilization of other habitable worlds. So it was with on New Earth One, Carthandria and then again on new Earth Two, Helsinkaret. Eventual saturation and the delicate balance could no longer support the teeming hives of life. Soon Mag Riein would be a volatile nest of barely suppressed passions waiting for whatever slight catastrophe or mishap that would serve to ignite the fuse.
Seeming oblivious to the crowding life that pressed about him a man in an olive ex-military jacket and brimmed, dark brown hat passed unmolested among the throngs. He moved slowly through the detritus and debris on the walk, his booted feet showing agility and poise. He moved with purpose, deliberately tracing his route so those tailing him could not and would not lose his trail. They were trying to be covert, circumspect, but he had known and played the game so long that picking out “shadows” was even less than second nature to him.
About him barkers, merchants and hawkers, traders and pawn-men cried their wares, their fares, their prices and percentages. Those used to the confines of such establishments and environs jostled and pushed their way about, jockeying for better positions in the melee of commercialism. Hard faces and scarred forms in a delirious choreography moved and passed in a grotesque ballet. The man pulled the fedora down tighter on his head and ducked as he shouldered through a particularly dense throng of humanity, surreptitiously stealing a glance behind to make sure his three escorts had not lost sight of him.
Suits! In this environment, suits! They had to be middle admin from some global power. The Government didn’t stoop to such tactics. They just sent in their helmeted goon squads, the Pail Faces, and let collateral damage be hanged. Wouldn’t be a commercial concern either. Caught up in the intrigue and corporate espionage they would hire a professional to make contact or to erase competition. Must be the Church!
“Damn!” he exclaimed only to himself. No one about him took notice. “Just what I need, the Church meddling in my affairs again. Shit!”
He sped up and within four heartbeats complete threw of their attempts to follow him. To the three behind it seemed as if he just disappeared. They continued on for several blocks, splitting to trace divergent courses but they gathered at the end of each attempt to report their defeat. One pulled a com-card from his shirt pocket and reported to another, then listened as he was given orders to return to whatever lodgings they had acquired on this globe-spanning metropolis. From a shadowed doorway the man in the hat watched them leave. He chuckled to himself and then turned to make his way to his office.

Charlie was behind the counter at the coffee shop. Owner and proprietor, he wasn’t one to make someone else do anything wasn’t going to tackle himself. Sunday mornings were usually the hated shift to the youthful employees that made up his staff.
“Cup of Joe, Harlan?” he called as the man in the hat entered the shop.
“Yeah, I could use one. ‘S been a busy morning!”
“Oh, really?” Charlie asked as he slid a steaming cup of the black across the counter. Charlie was thick but sturdy and had the look of being a trained soldier once. A slight limp in his left leg and a stiffness to his right hand were probably why he no longer plied that trade. His face was frank and open, weathered and gruff, but friendly all the same.
“Yes,” the one called Harlan replied. He took a long pull on the hot liquid and sighed as he set the cup back down. He was of the same height as Charlie, they both stood about five nine, five ten, but where Charlie was thick and rock hard, Harlan was slight seeming and moved as if he had corded coiled steel hidden under his garments. Although the smaller of the two he definitely appeared the more dangerous. It was a mysterious indefinable something that warned most to keep clear of the man.
“I was tailed by no less than four different sets of shadows just coming here. You’d think if they wanted to talk to me they’d come to my office.” As he took a seat on one of the stools at the counter he indicated a door to the back of the coffee shop. It was a massive wooden door, imported from the “home world”. It had a large window of frosted glass in its upper half and upon it was written in gilded letters, “H. W. S Transportation Services.”
“Maybe they aren’t looking for a solar taxi,” Charlie mused. “Any idea what they wanted?”
“None yet. The first set of three yokels was wearing suits. Followed me through the market district. I figure they were with the Church.”
“The Church!” Charlie whistled through his teeth. “Who wants them zealots nosing around?”
“I sure as hell don’t.”
“You said four…”
Another gulp of coffee and Harlan continued. “Yup, sure did. Second set met up with me t’other side of the yards.” The Yards were the grounds where most off-world traveling ships were kept and maintained. The area got its name from the old shipyards that used to hug the seacoasts back on the original Earth.
“More Church idiots, I think. They were trying to look like mechanics but each one had the tell-tale square in their back pocket or their breast pocket.”
“I think you lost me.” Charlie leaned back and grabbed a clean rag and began to dry off the cups that just came out of the clipper.
“Bulge about so big by such…” Harlan said indicating a shape with both hands.
“Oh, Tech-taments. Gotcha”
“Not too sure just who three and four were maybe commercial, maybe some senile individual hired them for some bizarre reason. All in all each group had three to four dedicated novices trying to dog my tail.”
“Lost them all?”
“To a person,” Harlan leaned back in his stool and looked contented. Charlie poured him another cup of coffee and nodded over Harlan’s shoulder at someone that had just entered the shop. He was dressed in a suit, black coat white shirt, black pants, black tie. Tell-tale bulge in his breast pocket. Harlan swiveled in his seat and the two of them watched quietly as the man moved to the back of the shop and knocked on the wooden door to Harlan’s office. He was not any of those that had tried to trail him earlier.
“He’s not in there yet,” Charlie called helpfully after hesitating just a bit for the comedic effect on his friend. “Usually doesn’t open up for a couple minutes yet.”
“Mind if I wait here?” the suit asked as he move to the counter.
“Not so long as you’re buying,” Charlie responded.
“Tut,” Harlan said and tossed a couple Solars onto the Formica. “Your first cup’s on me,” he said smiling at the suit. “Visiting or lodging?” It was the usual innocent question for breaking the ice one received anywhere in the galaxy. It was delivered with just a hint of interest, as if the patron and shop owner were bored and in need of any distraction from a humdrum existence. But in Harlan’s case it was not so innocent. Yet nothing could be read in his eyes or his demeanor to give him away or cause him to seem insincere.
“I’m passing through, but I have to meet with this man,” the suit replied nervously as his head nodded slightly towards Harlan’s door. He was young and obviously out of his element. A quick appraisal by both men summed up his station in life. A lower mid-admin slot with the Church. Been in that position for all of three, maybe four years. He probably pissed someone off, or embarrassed them, or himself to pull this kind of task. Go off world to the third New Earth and look up one reluctant if not recalcitrant taxi jockey and try to gain an appointment. He sipped timidly at the coffee. His hand shook slightly.
Outside the din of traffic and pedestrians and over flights of globe hoppers and the roar of someone lifting off world gave the shop a comfortable, regular feel. The city noises were the same everywhere. The suit looked about the shop at the photos, posters and paintings that lined its walls. Someone cursed someone else as their hovercars caromed about the many tiered hover lanes.
Harlan raised his cup and took a large gulp just to prove that it was potable fare. “You looking for a taxi, are you?”
“No. I’m, umm… We… That is I work for…” the suit started than caught himself. “Look, it’s rather confidential and I can only discuss it with Mr. Waters.” He sipped again at his coffee and his free hand rose from his lap and unconsciously patted the reassuring form of his portable Good Book and Apocryphal Reference. He started to sweat along his hairline and under his collar as both Charlie and Harlan looked at him blankly as if to say they had no clue what he was doing there.
“Look, is he often late?” the suit persisted. He fidgeted on his stool, ill at ease and uncomfortable under their assessing yet blank stares. “His sign says he should have opened five minutes ago.” He looked at a watch implant on his right palm quickly, and then returned his hand to his lap.
“Oh, he usually opens after he finishes his coffee,” Harlan replied. Standing he drained his cup and then nodding with camaraderie at the suit and winking at Charlie, sauntered to the back of the shop, removed a chit from his jacket pocket and keyed open the door.

Kirby's irregularities in pencilling Superman

2007-10-06T15:21:00.000-07:00

I have come to believe that Jack Kirby's "Fourth World" was actually a euphemism for Earth 4 where his New Gods resided. My supporting evidence is how he drew Superman. Being an artist I'm certain he knew how to draw the big cheese's "S" and on which side was his spit-curl..

Check out my inked and colored rendition and see if it doesn't raise some questions.

2007-09-29T20:47:00.000-07:00

This was done last year. The first real painting I'd done in years. Kinda rough but I like the junk in the clouds.

Latest Page

2007-09-29T20:42:00.000-07:00

I can do other stuff than Kirby knock offs.

2007-09-28T21:35:00.001-07:00

H.S.W. ala Kirby

2007-09-28T21:23:00.000-07:00

And with the new i-phones out there how long before this credit card sized communicator is available?

2007-09-23T14:59:00.001-07:00

2007-09-23T14:55:00.000-07:00

SINCE IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR! ! !

2007-09-23T14:44:00.001-07:00

Azrael

Nightwing

Wonderwoman 2991

Green Goblin

Pumpkin Head

Hobgoblin

Scarecrow

If Kirby tackled Tolkien

2007-09-02T00:55:00.001-07:00

Batman Animated

2007-08-19T12:25:00.000-07:00

This one's for Brucie. He even suggested I should try to get commissions at the FallCon this year.

From Aliens to Zombies, just to show I wasn't fibbing...

2007-08-09T18:44:00.000-07:00

ALIENS, ANDROIDS, ANIMAL MEN
BOGEYMEN, BRAINS, BANSHEES
CORPSES, CADAVERS, CRANIUMS, CULTS
DEMON, DINOSAURS, DOPPELGANGERS
EVOLUTION, EVIL ONES, ELVES
FAERIES, FALLOUT, FENODEREE, FERRISHYN
GARGOYLES, GIANT ANTS, GOLEMS, GOBLINS, GNOMES
HAG, HARPY, HOUNGAN, HORRORS
INCUBUS, ICONS, INSECTS
JERSEY DEVIL, JABBERWOCK, JENNY GREENTEETH
KOBOLD, KRAKEN
LOCH NESS MONSTER
MARTIANS, MONSTERS, MANIACS
NUCLEAR, NAIAD, NIGHTMARE, NIXIE
OLD ONES, OCCULT, OGRES
PYRAMIDS, PHANTOM, PHOOKA, PHOENIX
QUAN CHI, QUESTING BEAST, QUIGLON
RADIATION, REDCAP, ROBOTS
SCARECROW, SPRITES, SWAMPBEASTS, SASQUATCH
T-REX, TALISMAN, TOMES, TOMBS, TROLLS
UNICORN, UNDINE, URCHIN
VOODOO, VAMPIRE
WEREWOLF, WITCH DOCTORS, WINDIGO
XANAS, XIPE TOTEC
YETI
ZAMZUMMIM, ZU, ZOMBIES

Chapter 2

2007-08-05T11:31:00.000-07:00

Page 1 colored

2007-07-31T19:44:00.000-07:00

Granted, my color program is not the best but it'll give you an idea of what the protagonist looks like.

The Lost Lands!

2007-07-31T19:16:00.000-07:00

Where You'll Find Everything From Aliens to Zombies!

Kirby As A Genre

2007-07-31T19:09:00.000-07:00

These two are what really started the ball rolling. Wanted to see what the Man of Bronze and the King of the Jungle might look like if done by the King.

2007-07-30T22:00:00.001-07:00

That lead to this.

As A Genre. (this one's for Shawn)

2007-07-30T21:49:00.000-07:00

Started out as a lark, inking the King's Conan in Gary Martin's latest How To book.