You know how when you’re inking a drawing and your mind creates an unbreakable focus beam that practically burns through the paper with super laser heat? Yeah, me neither. When I’m inking a drawing my mind wanders more than a Trey Anastaio guitar solo (LOL!) And more often than not I daydream about projects that I will probably never have the time or money to complete.

While working on an anatomical guide to the Xenomorph drawing I got the idea of a larger project that involved anatomical breakdowns of popular American monsters. I thought about all the cool monsters there were to do, and what a great book it would make, and how I wish someone else did this already so I could skip all the drawing and just own the book right now. But alas, it’s up to me to make these things. Here’s the second in the series:

(Sorry about the super lame watermark. I hate those things more than anyone)

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I got a pretty exciting package from my mom recently: A container of my grandfathers’ Christmas cards from 1955. These aren’t personal Christmas cards, but rather leftover cards from my grandfather’s failed attempt at starting a greeting card company a few years after WWII. Here is a picture of the original Bradwick McGinty from around that time. My dad said that instead of going to church on Sundays, my grandfather would often go “Irish fishing,” which entailed leaving before sun-up and returning late in the day with a bunch of stones. My father was never allowed to go with him, because he was half woman (on his mother’s side). Anyway, that picture wasn’t in the package. But this one was: A few years after my Grandfather returned from the war he decided to start a greeting card company. Armed with one terrible idea and no artistic ability whatsoever, he turned to someone he had met during the war for help, a young Japanese solider he had shot in the face named Haruo. My grandfather spoke no Japanese, and Haruo spoke no English, so how they actually got together is beyond me or anyone else in my family. The idea involved creating American-style greeting cards for both the Japanese and the American markets. It also required Haruo to create all the artwork and handle all of the printing. My grandfather would simply mail Haruo photos of what he wanted, and Haruo would see to the rest. The above picture was taken in the office of my grandfather’s lawyer. An interesting side note is that my grandfather had to travel all the way to Grantville, Georgia to use a “colored” lawyer, due to the fact that the Irish were considered “colored” in Georgia until 1963. The story of my grandfather’s failed card company was pretty well known in my family. My grandfather always insisted that it ruined his life and was the cause of his “whiskey fits.” Not only did he blame Haruo for the fiasco, but all of Japan for his financial ruin. He even went as far as to contact the Irish Press in 1956 with a completely fictitious tale about being swindled out of his money while trying to stop a Japanese murder plot against the Pope. No one in the family had ever seen any of the cards that were produced. It was thought that my grandfather set fire to all of the cards (and the boat) the moment they arrived in the states. That is, until my mom stumbled upon this ammo case in the attic: I can’t even tell you how excited I was to finally see the cards that “killed my grandfather” and drove my family into extreme poverty. I actually think Haruo did a pretty good job interpreting my grandfather’s original sketch, considering the severely confusing nature of his drawing. It’s anybody’s guess as what my grandfather expected to get back, but needless to say it wasn’t this beautiful card: Why not make my grandfather happy and send some of these cards to your friends and family this holiday season? That’s right, I’m offering what is left of my grandfather’s hopes and dreams for a mere $5

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Here are some ass kickin’ Ewoks for this weeks Alphabeasts entry. I was down to the line on this one. I didn’t even finish the shading on the trooper or his gun. Maybe I’ll get it cleaned up during lunch. Get that trooper all gritty! -B

Dzee-dzee-bon-da - a monster so ugly that even he is terrified of his own appearance. I swear I didn’t make this up.

Do two shitty drawings equal one good one? I sure hope so! The condition of cynocephaly, having the head of a dog — or of a jackal— is a widely attested mythical phenomenon existing in many different forms and contexts. Cynocephaly was familiar to the Ancient Greeks from representations of the Egyptian gods Hapi (the son of Horus) and Anubis (the Egyptian god of the dead). In Welsh mythology and folklore, Cŵn Annwn (“hounds of Annwn”) were the spectral hounds of Annwn, the otherworld of Welsh myth. They were associated with a form of the Wild Hunt, presided over by Gwynn ap Nudd. Christians came to dub these mythical creatures as “The Hounds of Hell” or “Dogs of Hell” and theorized they were therefore owned by Satan. I fell behind last week due to some out of town wedding action and some ATL works stuffs. I did these two as warm ups, but decided to throw some color on them anyways. The dog doesn’t look too bad for being done straight in ink, but the the Cynocephaly just looks terrible. Just look at that left leg….Gugh! Can’t win ‘em all I guess.

This is my B entry for the Alphabeasts project. What’s a Balaur you ask? A balaur is a creature in Romanian folklore, similar to a European dragon. A bălaur is quite large, has fins, feet, and is polycephalous (it usually has three, sometimes seven, or even twelve serpent heads). Wow! I just copied and pasted that from Wikipedia! Wow! Go on over to my website to see the pencils and the inks of this one. 

So I totally dropped the ball in completing the animal alphabet project that finally ended in September. I got too busy after HeroesCon and just couldn’t catch back up. I still have a partially inked rhino on my desk waiting to be finished, but I’m not sure why, because I left off with the letter I… Alas! That age has come to an end, and the fine folks that brought you the Animal Alphabet have moved on to a new totally different project. Behold! The age of the Alpha Beasts! A is for Argus Panopte, the one hundred-eyed giant from Greek mythology. I was a little quick and loose with the coloring, but I’m pretty happy with how it came out.

This was the very first Halloweirdos drawing I did. I wanted to start the blog off with something BIG, but I decided to use the Mars Attacks drawing instead to set a proper Halloweird tone. My only goal with this piece was to draw a stupid huge version of the classic Kong. Here is the first go at coloring. I’m not sure why I decided to change it… Looking at it again, I think I actually prefer this scheme. Maybe I’ll finish up this version if I get a sec. Which is highly unlikely.   

Man, I gotta stop using my iPhone for these pictures.

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