Well, it is the first day of my spring vacation! I am already on my second cup of coffee and have been in the studio working on one of my paintings. It is a 6 foot by 8 foot canvas that is part of a series revolving around a tornado that hit the street that I live on. Since the recent inclusion of yellow to my palette (a previously hated and untouched color), I have found that I'm able to generate some uniquely obnoxious colors. This seems to have been a missing ingredient for my paintings. Yellow. Who'da thought???
I needed to take a little break from the comics and paint a bit. I put in a lot of intensive mental power earlier this week on the Black Worm. Trying to figure a few things out, fix a couple of snags...you know. Marcolm and I have also been working on our Carnage Cream II tale (as we have been having meetings to brainstorm and plan the book). I must say, this looks like it's going to be a huge project. But as daunting as it appears, I am very excited about its possibilities.
Well, that's it now from the land of the GLOB. I'm off to paint!

Chew
S

Biskit

Well! It sure has been awhile, has'nt it? I do that. I disappear for a spell. Living in a cave does that to people, I guess. How were your holidays? Mine totally sucked!
The image that you see here represents the very FIRST attempt that Marcolm and I made as a collaborative project. I do'nt really know what the name would have been, but the comic was to feature a feisty little dwarf named Biskit. Out of the seven dwarfs, he was eight. I believe his birth resulted in the death of his mother. This naturally put him at odds with his brothers. He was also born wrong. Like, funny-in-the-head-wrong. He was extremely greedy and liked to torture little forest animals (like cute bunnies and other disney-esque type characters).
The whole story was going to begin with his funeral. The king of the forest has died, the people at the funeral all having various flashbacks or telling stories of how he amassed all of his power and wealth (as well as dealing with the circumstances that led to his death. It was not a murder mystery per se, just an exploration of a character). We would also, from biased points of view, see what a total bastard he had been.
We developed this idea when we were working with compadre Kennis (who is a follower of this blog. YO!) on a comic book called Bacharan together. Bacharan was Jeff and Ken's book...they hired me on as a background illustrator (To clarify, Bacharan was their collaborative project whilst I was the hired hand...no matter how well we got along. That book is theirs). It was a legit job, too! I paid taxes on what I earned! Well, things got a little crazy, and the idea of Biskit never really developed past the planning stage. I did a few sketches and ended up with some really neat ideas that I will probably use at a future date. I do'nt have a whole lot of hope for Biskit, though. It seems that the time has passed. I would rather do another "fellowship" book with some characters that might be influenced by Biskit, as opposed to dealing with him outright. I do'nt know...I guess he's over.
The page before you is merely a test page. I wanted to play around with a layout that had no panels...and see how that would feel. Everything is rough, and was never intended to be seen by people outside of our little coterie. Well, who cares now. That all happened way back at the beginning of the century! Circa 2000-2002.

Albaric

The Lord of Reeking Onions has come onto Thee

Hello Globbies! It's been a while....
I've decided that I am the reincarnation of an Iron Age mute named Albaric, who's influence is slowly taking over my life. This explains why some of you NEVER SEEM TO HEAR FROM ME.
Oh...Albaric also lived in a cave, shunned sunlight, was expelled from his village for being "odd", and ate live eels--before he developed an allergic reaction to their mucus, in which case he promptly moved over to lampreys. They're different, right?
So all of this ridiculous banter is actually relevant to the piece posted in this postie.
I'm sorry, I seem to have been momentarily distracted by this huge flock of birds that were in the trees right outside of my apartment. I do'nt think I've seen or heard anything quite like it. Several of them started going after this woodpecker, who was fighting back, when all of the sudden they all took to the skies and flew off mixing in with, yet another, large flock of birds. At least my car was'nt parked under them.
Where was I? Oh yes! The piece in question comes from a small set of cartoons and weird collages that I do every once in a while. You see, if I'm not painting, then I'm working on comics, and vice versa vice. There will occasionally come a time when I need to work on something totally unrelated to my other projects that does not have some narrative or overarching concept. They simply are...my little howler monkeys.

- Chew

Monkey Stylee

I once had the idea of doing a parody of Kung Fu Theatre with mostly monkeys. I'd throw in a couple of the other "lower" primates for a little variety. All I knew about the thing was that there would be a young dude who got wrapped up into some whole adventure because of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. There would be mistaken identites and triple-crossings...you name it.
The master who would take the young one under his care would be called The Sagey One. Jarvan Langur would be the hero (it's really a JAVAN langur). Little Bebo would be his eventual sidekick. Perhaps he was saved by Jarvan. There's also a Three Armed Proboscis Monkey (that is his name. he appeared in a Hairball), a coatimundi(!!!!) and the big villain...Evil Master Marmoset Mister Underlord! Yes, that IS his name. They might still show up in something. Be patient.
My favorite quote from this page: "I'm a bald fricken' monkey!"

- Chew