I’ve always been a fan of Splatterhouse and storyline. I have also been a fan of the one page comic centerfold featured in many of DC comics printed in the early 1990’s.
So, I decided to re-create the comic! With the help for my colorist bud Allen Passalaqua I did! I’d really like to be in consideration as artist (maybe writer) for a Namco Licensed comic. It’s a long shot, but hey, you know, why not try. I plan on printing a large size poster for this illustration. Obviously I cannot sell this poster with Splatterhouse logo and prepublished writing. By the assistance of modern technology I’m going to create a faux european version called ‘BLOOD CABIN”
It will be rewritten as well to fit the Blood Cabin theme.
Hope you enjoy the obscure video game throw back and maybe show a little poster love.
Thanks as always for reading this far.
Page 14. A random page I like
I’m very happy to finally have this out and available! It is now up on the new Ebay account and Zarstar studios store. Really lucky to have Norman Wong coloring my work. He makes my lines look much better than I think them to be. I will be making a few store adjustments and will be building up original and print work on Ebay.
There is a bit going on that is too lengthy to type (and to read), so I’ll do my best to edit and condense.
My Emo Vortex #1 now available on the new Ebay page and Zarstar Studios store.
For anyone who purchases anything from Zarstar Studios directly, I’ll send a little original thank you.
The new ebay site it just beginning, so I’ll be running some .99 auctions to build up some transaction numbers. Mostly original sketch cards, and one off drawings that distract me from comics.
Here are some sketch cards I worked on during WonderCon in Anaheim this past weekend!
Here are some tales from the sketch book done this week:
Have a good weekend! Thank you for reading!
I have been known to be a little over dramatic about my feelings. This is case in point. Heavy thoughts yo. Once the chemicals balance out I can see how silly things are. Yet at the time it seems so fucking dire. This is one of my few attempts of these over embellished thought. It’s a slow building theme. It’s hurt a lot making it, which kinda makes me smile. I can be so full of shit sometimes.
Cover of the preview
Slurville Presents: A Friend Of Mitsy
This event takes place within the town of Slurville. The same town the Arch Agency appeared in. This is a 5 page preview to a story that I am building in script form. WIth the intent to write a feature film.
Right now the current plan is to create a full color motion comic of this content, then co-produce a short film from the feature script. I hope you dig this 5 page thing so far.
Art man. A therapeutic outlet, yet the obsession to achieve the better is a constant battle of sanity for me. This image has been complete for some time now thanks to the digital color work of Norman Wong.
I have quite a collection of completed works. Waiting to be printed. So many personal and financial tropes that I need to learn to overcome. The first is failure. Failure is inevitable. It is necessary to grow and learn from. So difficult to accept failure before an action.
Example: I self publish a comic no one will purchase. lt sits at my place. I produce and artbook that goes nowhere. I create art no one cares about, or do they? I don’t know. In the honest truth it’s not my place to care. It’s only my purpose to create.
Conventions. To me conventions are a scam for artists/creators. Artists designed to sell other properties for money is troublesome to me. I don’t judge if you enjoy it. It’s just important to explore our own ideas. Why though, If no one buys them right? Hence McFarlane’s Spider Man fan art for sale (which I am guilty of but enjoyed it).
The convention costs exceed the average sales for an independent creator artist not selling fan art. It is a promotion cost that is necessary to acquire interest in our work. However anything over 300 dollars in total convention cost seems a little steep for me. There has got to be a better form of promotion. If there isn’t there should be. This is why I avoid conventions. It just is not financially practical (say the guy who is unpractical)
I understand the idea of sacrifice for ones dreams. I just don’t think paying a large fee to be drowned out is the way to go. I can be drowned out for nothing via web. I propose no answers only obstacles. So I guess this a rant.
I hope you enjoyed the visual anguish..I am the beast.
Happy Monday! Who else is ready to begin another awesome week!
Okay, okay, I’m not that positive. I’m working on it though.
I’ll keep this quick and leave you with a question. Which one of these characters best suits you today?
The beast on a road to ruin filled with uncontrollable rage?
The slayer set on conquering the difficult task at hand in attempts to save the day?
Or the silent guide who assists the scale of fate how ever it may tip?
Which ever you are. Be the best one you can.
Enjoy the Monday.
Easter is over, spring is official. Big whoop, here is a one page monster comic to add to the Monday horrors. I have scheduled one page comics for Monday. I could use them. I hope these help you also. Thanks to Shuiez for flatting this up!
Good luck out there!
I believe ideas should become aspirations. Aspirations that we do our best to achieve. It’s just my opinion though. At least that’s what people say.
Knuckle bump thanks to Jesse Heagy for coloring this monster. Working on a series of one page comics that will be combined into a comic called Sassafrass. This is a page from it.
I found her somewhere in the depths of San Bernardino. She caught the corner of my eye. With a look like that she quickly became the focus. What struck me as odd aside from the obvious, were these neon green rolling papers she slings out. Naturally, I thought she was getting ready to inhale the devil’s grass. That was until I seen her crouch down to pick up three smashed cigarette butts from the front of the liquor store where I was picking up my daily amenities.
She tore out what little tobacco was left in those lipstick stained butts, stuffed them into her papers and rolled ’em up. It was gross, unsanitary, yet resourceful and mildly romantic.
I asked how she was doing. “I’m smoking butts, how the fuck you think I’m doing?” I apologized. “Sorry, I asked too early. I’ll ask again after the first drag” She broke character and smiled a very short smile.
Being the gentleman I am, I lit her makeshift cancer stick with Irma, my lucky torch.
“What’s your name? I’m Dave” I say reaching out my claw. Staying in character she smiles a wide smile “Fuck off”
She walks off into the setting sun like a fading sunburned polaroid. The biggest kick I get is only knowing her as Fuck Off.
I used to have much sharper teeth.
I feel as though I’m getting soft. The weather, the times, my perspectives. There is no compromising the plan. The path is ever changing and I will adapt, but the plan, idea and drive…no.
My short term objective…toughen the hell up!