Shots from Cadiz, Conil and Gibraltar

I Suck Dracula

One thing the Cadiz Good Food Guide failed to mention...

Malaga

Sun. Sea. Sand. Script

Not long back from a trip to Spain. I know that sounds bad, me sunning it abroad when i should be chained to the drooling board finishing Channel Evil #2.

But i really, really, really needed to get away for a spell, and we payed for coach, planes and train months back in a more optimistic time, before i knew i was struck with some deadline-buggering 'weird ear' disorder/ailment and not just a shitty head cold.

Besides, i took script and art tools with with me and spent hours in sea-view cafes, gulping my Fanta Limon(Hardcore!), eating twice my body weight in olives and laying out most of #3, along with sorting a few 'problem panels' on #2.

Fun was had, work woz done and Suzanne got to see her Mum, paddle in the ocean, fondle a chameleon, and get bitten by bugs.

Odd thing, other than the first two days, i suffered no unpleasant symptoms(nausea, ringing/buzzing in ears, dizziness, etc.), then after a day back in Stoke i had a juggernaut driving around my skull and an attack of the wobblies. Mebbe I'm living in a 'sick town?'

Right now I'm on the tail end of pencilling #2, due to start the inks next week. Will post some previews along the way.

Work is getting faster, and I'm feeling on top, I'm grateful for your patience and understanding, and touched by all the well-wishes, especially from No;1 fan, Justin Gillett.

Onward and upward!

Warm-up sketches from June and July

Channel Evil #2 - Warrior on horseback

Bride of the Deep

Another old sketch. Originally an idea for a Cthulhu Tales cover, a mash-up of Aubrey Beardsley and Gustav Klimt.

Obviously far too subtle, so i binned it, but it helped inspire a comic book series; an Edwardian detective horror story, with monsters in the sewers, assassins that kill in dreams, exploding dolls and a painting that bleeds out madness.

Coming sometime this century!

Squig

Old character design from a story yet to be told.

Pencil, grey marker and a little photoshop colour.

Sketches drawn sitting in gloomy hospital corridor during a one hour and forty-odd minute wait with nothing but a yellowing wall to stare at