Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Hont,Ed 41 Century Road....

Thats the listing in the phone book...Bink to explore.
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Saturday, October 18, 2008

Shine The Light

Bink to Blow! (BOO! Five revised)

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

BOO! Lite

A lighter "daylight" version of the previous post...its a fun compo and I'll paint it again.

Bink for the full effect of paint on paper to be revealed...or not.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Shine The Light

"Shine the light out there, I hear something!"

"Its only the seagulls..."

Always the bink...

Sunday, October 12, 2008

The Raven Waits...

The raven waits, perched upon a piece of broken chrome...

Binkification is illumination!

Friday, October 10, 2008

The Boneyard

There is a certain culture of acquisition by default that is prevalent in the boonies. Someone wrecks a car on a bend, over a cliff, down a hill with no brakes...whenever an accident claims victims it often leaves a salvageable hulk. These cars were retrieved to this yard, conveniently located on an stretch of mountain road that was particularly perilous and thus productive for the proprietor of this "boneyard". Some of these cars were habituated by reluctant ethereals or so the steward of this collection claimed, mostly in an effort to discourage anyone inclined to borrow parts.
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Wednesday, October 08, 2008

The Creepshaw Place

Sometime things are so deliciously convenient they are irresistible. That's the case with this scene. The house was inherited by John Creenshaw and he had a talent for junking stuff up including the house, the yard, himself...the unintended consequence of his slovenliness was inadvertent creepiness. So everybody called the property, "The Creepshow Place". Its amazing to me that wit never fails to land in fertile ground...Ol' John the "batch" kinda grew into his reputation and became a part time ghoul. Once again the "ironic" rears its amusing head or "how reps are unfairly gained", because while he sorta encouraged everybody to think he was running some kind of haunted house he was actually an amiable, generous, gentle slob unlikely to ever scare anybody. Mind you Halloween was always fun and we would usually head over to his place with the kids for fireworks and maybe to see if he could set some of his junk on fire.

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