Sir Galahad and Sir Gawain

Sir Galahad was the "paragon of purity and invicibility". He just looks like some dude in armor in the original illustration, though. (He's the left-hand blob in my version; the one with the recognizable eye.)



Siah ate cheerios and raisins in his stroller, and we left a trail of them around the neighborhood. We still do, to some extent.

Realm Of The Necromancers

Banished from civilization for the act of necromancy, practicioners are left to survive in barren landscapes that have become known as the realm of the necromancers. One necromancer summons to life a large serpent skeleton to collect the frozen remains of a lost civilization that can be found on a floating rock miles into the sky. The glowing serpent skeleton brings them back and arranges them outside the temple of the Necromancer. He plans to bring them back to life to use against a neighboring necromancer who has acquired his own small army of reanimated strange looking reptilian creatures.

The Afterlife

bear goob

This is a strip featuring 'bear goob', I've got a terrible habit of doing a lot of work on stuff then suddenly losing interest and rarely finishing stuff, so am trying to get psyched up to finish it!

King Arthur: alone, and chastising troll

Can you find the troll in this picture?



The text says, "When I drink my bottle of pedialite, I like to play with my ears. Or sometimes Daddy's lower lip." I guess Siah was sick when I drew this; that's the only time he drank pedialite (milk would make him throw up if he was sick....)

Cardplayers

Here's a detail from an intro pic for my website I'm working on at the moment.

Anonymous Knights Jousting

Mask Trade Of The Sand Hydra

Another page of conceptual doodles to help me flesh out the world of Hob Bob. On this page is an imp like character wearing a mask and weilding a large hammer that he uses to smash into the numerous heads of a sand hydra. Like a lizard dropping its tail, the hydra loses its heads and grows them back. The imp collects the heads, harvesting them from the hundreds of holes the hydra uses to feed on surface dwelling creatures.

After a long day of wacking hydra heads the imp hollows them out and eats the brains in a soup. The heads are left to dry out on poles under the moon. The following day the imp takes his collection of hydra heads to sell at a local market which specializes in masks made from the infinite and bizarre faces of the sand hydra.

Let's Get This Party Started

Hello all. My plan is to update weekly with a new scene from an ongoing comics project. Here's six possible beginnings; will it be one of these???

Thunder Bird; plus Yanauluha summons a spirit

The Thunder Bird "warns of great disaster and is often found fighting evil creatures of great power"; Yanauluha was the "first of all tribal clerics" and is now a god himself. He may be summoning Tobadzistsini, the war spirit, but the text is ambiguous.



Siah still has very specific demands when it comes to catch -- or anything, really.

Tomorrow: the Arthurian Heroes!

Arctic-Calendar v3, #1 LP

I've been doing these one-pagers lately. I tend to do them pretty quickly ( I can't hack it doing comics any other way. It's so difficult to maintain that excitement you get at the conception point throughout a long, laborious process..) .
I'm not sure if I even like them. I tend to crap out stuff like this when I'm sick of the more phantastical drawings I usually do.
Here is one:


-the full page loaded too small in photobucket.

here it is broken-up.
-click to enlarge.

Shakak and the Snake-Man

Sort of like a Traveling Wilbury's song, but more alliterative. (I was wondering, what's with all the alliteration in my headings...and then I realized that the deities are listed in alphabetical order in the book. Duh.)

Anyway, Shakak is a winter spirit, Snake-Man is "in the shape of a man with rainbow-colored skin," together they're -- kind of formless blobs in my version. There's also a vaguely Amerindian pattern thing on the original page, which becomes even more vague in my version....



If I remember correctly, I redrew this a time or two as well, believe it or not.

pardon?

This is inspired by tedious hearing problems caused by too much volume.

stuckometer

This is a drawing done with Pascal Nichols for the cover of a 'stuckometer' dvd

http://www.myspace.com/stuckometer/

The Lord's Day

c. 2006 Chad Verrill

www.cvicworks.com

Molluskhead

Been working on a short comic lately as well as a proper design for my website, both of which arent't done quite yet.
However, just for fun I did a digital painting of Molluskhead yesterday, the second main character of my ongoing series of short stories Ray Murphy - Detective of Dreams. As some of you may know Ray Murphy's "cases" are actually dream adaptations, a fact he is not at all aware of. Murphy - the dream self - is a staunch realist and constantly trying to find out why his universe is so fucked. His mute assistant Molluskhead on the other hand kind of represents the all-knowing unconscious that discloses nothing and often helps Murphy without him noticing it.



Two complete Molluskhead strips can be viewed here and here.

Hiawathat in a boat, Hiawatha with a bear

This page had two illustrations of Hiawatha ("Possibly the greatest of all Indian heroes," according to the text.) When I'd finished my version, I was excited to discover that I'd drawn a recognizable boat.



The text is a little indecipherable even by my standards; it reads "When he gets a CD, he opens it, takes it apart, and utterly destroys it."

Sorry I'm Late

I'm Adam. Here's a photocopy of a drawing from my sketchbook. The Japanese stickers are about keeping your toilets clean.

Hastseltsi and Hastsezini

It sounds like some eldritch version of the car talk brothers, but in fact its Hastseltsi, god of racing, "Red Lord", and Hastsezini, fire god, "Black Lord". (I don't even think they're related. (Hastseltxi and Hastsezini to each other, that is; not either (or both) to Click and Clack (I fear I stopped making sense several parens ago.)))



I think the thing I didn't want Siah to remember that he could do was get out of his crib. He didn't. (Now he's in a bed, of course.)

Sacred Bundle, Raven, Coyote

This is the first page containing actual real life deities -- from the American Indian Mythos, as I promised yesterday. Specifically we've got a sacred bundle (magic item) and pictures of Raven ("responsible for the creation/transfomation of the world") and Coyote ("responsible for teaching arts and crafts and the use of light and fire".)

This was the first drawing which took significantly longer than it looks like it took. I think I tried it three or four times before I was even vaguely happy with it. I think it's because there was more than one picture on the page; it screwed with me.



I hadn't remembered that Siah (my son) had liked me to sing to him this long ago. I wrote a treacly poem on the same theme more recently. Here it is, for those of you who like treacly poems:

For Siah

Every night a lullaby
Though my voice is cracked and wrong.
My Si
Will cry
If he doesn’t get his song.

The singing’s worse than tears,
But Siah doesn’t know.
He hears,
And fears
Unclench like little toes.

Eyelash and love are light
Enough for a breath to shift.
So slight.
Some night
You will not want my gift.