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Here's a som'bitch I drew up for a Portland zine called The Stumptown Underground.  Every month they have a theme and take submissions, then publish the madness.  The theme was mythology!

I was about three months late...

Bummer for them eh?

So this guy was a result of my desire to draw my hero Martin Walkyier one of the great founders of folk metal.  The band, Skyclad, blasted through the 90's under his leadership, and didn't do well at all... which has earned them the title of the most underrated band in history. 

Bummer for you eh?

I wanted to do something original (well other then putting Martin's huge face in the image) by mixing original themes like the Celts, John Bauer, Mother Earth... Aw hell, there's nothing original about this bastard!

So I got candles on his head saying something about illumination, the tree nymph in the window has hair that turns into water coming out of her head, watering her roots to feed the foliage up above her head, which is a continent.  Probably the place where the woman (total John Bauer rip off) and the boy (Celtic jag'off) are from, or are going.  Throw in some Romenesque designs, Art Nouveau, and a little Finder* symbol and bam!  you got mythology!

I'm starting to like it less the more I talk about it.

Bummer for me eh?
-Chris

*Finder is a comic by Carla Speed McNeil.  Look into it!

Here's a wacky detail.

Almost forgot!

The whole damn reason I started this damn thing was to get my damn ass to do some damn draw!   ...ing

Hopefully this will motivate me to stay on top of work, share some old stuff and have a place to keep my new things.

Here's an old comic book page of my man Shade taking care of some business.  Now I don't advocate spanking children, but when they throw cars... well, that's another story.

Well, I went and did it...

So here I am, about 13 years late.  Starting a blog...  Getting myself synced up to this modern world.  Like a bearded old prospector forsaking his dusty mine to rob a bullet train heading for the future.  My beard whips.  My eyes well up with tears.  Excited by the possibilities, but always aware that this train will never stop, and my grip will eventually weaken.  That low hollow note being played is not the sound of the future, it's just the wind tunnel between my ears...

13 years since old Jorn Barger coined the term "weblog"  in the days of dinosaurs and dial up.  When I was in high school enthralled with chat rooms at my friends house.  11 or so years since Peter Merholz came up with what we use today, "blog."  Back when I was a lively Marine in Pensacola Fl. putting my easily earned money into pay-to-play computers in the eclub.  Killing Zergs...

So, here we go!  Into the future.  on to, wait... Why the hell I'm I writing this crap...?

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