This one is a futuristic story illustration for The Writers Post Journal. The main character, Shepard, is a Pack Leader who can trace his bloodline all the way back to Norwegian Elkhounds. Uh, and canines rule the world, by the way. They walk on two feet and have opposable thumbs, thanks to their mutation after the humans blew themselves up with nuclear weapons. It’s not a very long story, so I really couldn’t tell you much more. But, sadly, no…
Yes, this is another attempt to post more regularly, but if I fail yet again, please visit my cousin Zee. We’re blood related, so if you like my stuff, you’ll be sure to like hers. She’s as kooky as I am, if not more. I meant to post the magazine illustrations last night but got caught up in a print cover layout involving a guy with a sword in a monastery. Sheesh! What a guy will do once he swears…
I’m alive. Just barely. I’ve been working and reading, and I haven’t really had the time to post much of anything. Mostly I’ve been making myself physically and emotionally available to H.E., who has had a much rougher year than I have had so far. I have more magazine illustrations to post, and if you’ve been watching my other site, Graphicfantastic, you know that I’ve been churning the book covers out, too. In other news, the company where I work…