Everyday 038 – Pan

Of all the pre-collapse beings, those least affected by the shift into the industrial post-reality were the old gods. Having always existed in a state of parallel involvement with the mortal worlds, many of them chose to stay aloof, leaving humans to work out their own path forward in the new world of machines. Pan…

Everyday 024 – Goblin Shaman

Swinging a cluster of shrunken heads with abandon, a goblin shaman sprints toward his target with his ceremonial dagger held high. Anyone who stands in his way is likely to be scorched to ashes, turned into a chicken, or added to the shaman’s shrunken head collection.  Making 100 drawings in a hundred days has been…

Everyday 023 – Ode to a Tavern Table

Having returned from the field of battle only a short time ago, a hardy female warrior settles into the comfort of food and drink in a warmly lit tavern. She sings songs of commemoration for all she’s seen and done in recent weeks, and of gratitude to return to her favorite tavern table.    Another…

Everyday 022 – Glass Pumpkin

The first video game in life that I was fully addicted to (to the point that I would think about it any time I wasn’t playing it) was Ogre Battle: March of the Black Queen on the Super Nintendo. I was 12 when it was released in the US, and it captured my imagination in a…

Everyday 020 – Mankind Offering the Head of the Savior

There was only one thing the demon world asked for: the head of the human savior. A simple enough request, but one that some humans would react fiercely against. Fortunately, plenty of mortals were less concerned with superstition than they were with the physical pleasures of the real world, pleasures which the demons offered in…

Everyday 019 – Queen of Stone

The Queen of Stone stands patiently in her ebony ceremonial dress, made weightless by her supernatural affinity with the dark ore of the earth. The craggy surface of her dress contrasts with the long, fluid lines of her figure, creating a stark and imposing silhouette. Standing amidst the labyrinthine underground caverns of her stone palace,…

Everyday 018 – Waiting

It was the highest point for miles in any direction, but despite its uniqueness, the hilltop only seemed to attract a single visitor. It was the perfect place to sit and wait, though what this particular goblin waited for was anyone’s guess. Perhaps he was plotting an ambush for traveling merchants on the roads below….

Everyday 017 – (Fail / Flashback)

Despite making two different versions of today’s drawing (both portraits of a woman), I felt I wasn’t able to make something worth sharing publicly, let alone list for sale. I hoped I wouldn’t have any days like this, but committing myself to a complete drawing everyday is a challenge, and on this day, I simply…

Everyday 014 – Brew

Are witches really so bad? Maybe instead of malicious fiends swooping down in the dark of night to steal children to grind into their meals, they’re more like hippies who enjoy living away from the bustle of the cities, plucking herbs from the garden behind their modest huts and cooking savory concoctions in their black…

Everyday 013 – Dominion

Perched upon his throne with apparent indifference, a small but vile demon gazes out over his collection of the dead. Though he’s amassed a modest mountain of corpses — many of whom he was able to beguile into servitude before ending their lives — his dominion over damned souls feels inadequate in comparison to some…