Wednesday, May 24, 2017


"I clambered up quickly, to see the largest black beetle I had ever experienced staring placidly down at me from its perch inside the cherub's mouth."

"It was an awesome specimen, big as a field mouse, with a brace of bristling antennae which it waved menacingly at me. "

"'The bug is simply a large black beetle and nothing more!'"

"'You'd better shut up and leave me alone! All I have to do is tell him and h'ell tear your head off.'"

"'Don't bother with that. you won't see him. You can't even touch him. But he can get you.'  Edward chuckled."

"I did not hear Edward's report, for I, too had heard the sleigher, sliding thump down the staircase as if some giant six-legged bull were descending. 

"Whatever it was that Edward's mind had summoned to work his vengeance had disappeared the moment this brain had ceased to function."

"Quickly, I shone my light through the black hole of its neck, where I saw two stubby antennae, bristling and waving furiously at me. The bug was curled back into the recess of the head as far from me as possible."

"Quickly, I recovered my blow and began beating the black beetle madly."
Linda Thornton, The Inhabitant Of the Pond
Read Scott's blog post about this story here.

Saturday, April 1, 2017


Tom: Now look what you made me do. 

Mike: I didn't make you...Cambot, gimme Rocket Number Nine 

Tom: An innocent creature! 

Crow: Oh I'll get it you big babies. 

Tom: One of god's children Mike, and if it's dead I'll never forgive myself you letting you make me kill it. 

Mike: I know, I know... 

Crow: Hey, hey it's alive, it's alive! 

Mike: Hey look at him, he likes you. 

Crow: Isn't that darling...get away now. 

Tom: Can we keep 'im, can we keep him Mike, huh?! 

Mike: Well...I dunno I think we better release him back into the wild. 

Wednesday, January 25, 2017


Sorry for the silence this last month, but I've been super busy with commission work. I just finished the cover for Scott Nicolay's translation of J.-H. Rosny aîné's The Xipéhuz!

I also just finished an overhaul of my illustration website. You can find more info on my cover for The Xipéhuz, as well as years worth of archives, at the new Last Chance Illustration site

I'm also excited to say that I only have a single H.P. Lovecraft creature remaining to complete my Illustro Obscurum project....and it's a biggie! Expect it soon, along with a few redrawings of older dudes. As to the future of this blog, don't worry. I'll continue to illustrate monsters and gods from other weird fiction authors once Lovecraft is finished. 


Saturday, December 31, 2016


"To Nyarlathotep, Mighty Messenger, must all things be told. And He shall put on the semblance of men, the waxen mask and the robe that hides, and come down from the world of Seven Suns to mock. . . ."

"With Akeley’s permission I lighted a small oil lamp, turned it low, and set it on a distant bookcase beside the ghostly bust of Milton; but afterward I was sorry I had done so, for it made my host’s strained, immobile face and listless hands look damnably abnormal and corpse-like. He seemed half-incapable of motion, though I saw him nod stiffly once in a while."

"For the things in the chair, perfect to the last, subtle detail of microscopic resemblance—or identity—were the face and hands of Henry Wentworth Akeley."
H.P. Lovecraft, The Whisperer In Darkeness


Friday, December 30, 2016


Mictlanteuctli, Great Lord, a sign! A sign from within thy black cave! Iä! Tonatiuh-Metztli! Cthulhutl! Command, and I serve!”
H.P. Lovecraft & Adolphe DeCastro, The Electric Executioner

"The Aztecs viewed Tonatiuh as a god constantly threatened by the awesome tasks of his daily birth at sunrise, by his death each sunset, and by the immense effort of making his journey across the sky each day. According to Aztec traditions, the gods themselves were believed to practice voluntary sacrifice, first to create Tonatiuh and then to feed him and encourage him on his path through the sky. The worship of Tonatiuh, whose sustenance required human blood and hearts, involved militaristic cults and the practice of frequent human sacrifice to ensure perpetuation of the world."

"Tonatiuh is generally represented by a colourful disk. He is best known as he is depicted in the centre of the Aztec calendar, with his eagle’s claw hands clutching human hearts."
Encyclopedia Britannica

Wednesday, December 14, 2016


Hey everybody! So Scott Nicolay's essay for the Xipéhuz edition of Stories From the Borderland is now live! AND we've announced that we're partnering with Dim Shores to a print run of Scott's brand new translation of the story including my illustrations as well as a brand new wraparound cover and interior illustrations!

I've also got the tentative 2017 lineup for Seventh Church Ministries! Artists tend to have busy and slow commission periods so many of these zines may not come to fruition and some may come ahead of others. As of right now we're looking at: 

Illustro Obscurum secret benefit zine (bonus prints by Caitlin McCormack, Brad Omen & Kati Driscoll)
Paradise Lost by Dave Felton (bonus print by Alex Eckman-Lawn)
The Yellow Wallpaper by Jenn Woodall
Panchatantra by Anoop Bhat
Unnamed zine by Ana Armengod
Unnamed zine by Ketch Wehr inspired by James Tiptree Jr.
Unnamed zine by Justin Gray illustrations of Doc Savage villains
Illustro Obscurum Volume IX

Friday, December 2, 2016


Thanks to everyone who got one and sorry if you tried and they were gone.


Friday, November 25, 2016


"And Polyhymnia lays aside her psalms: 
The fair Thalia smiles with brighter grace,
And gay Terpsichore suspends her pace."
H.P. Lovecraft, R. Kleiner, Laureatus, In Heliconem

"POLYHYMNIA, a daughter of Zeus, and one of the nine Muses. She presided over lyric poetry, and was believed to have invented the lyre. In works of art she was usually represented in a pensive attitude."
Aaron J. Atsma, The Theoi Project: Greek Mythology

Wednesday, November 23, 2016


"Ixtl sprawled unmoving in the boundless night."

"One arm, with its eight wirelike fingers, lashed out with indescrib­able swiftness at the metal, through it; and then he had the vibrator from the holster of one of the men on the cage."

"His elongated body convulsed in sense­less movement. His four arms lashed out, his four legs jackknifed with blind, unreasoning strength. That was his muscular reaction."

"The almost metallic red sheen of the creature’s cylindrical body, the eyes like coals of fire, the wirelike fingers and toes, and the over-all scarlet hideousness of it startled him."

"His mouth, a gash in his caricature of a human head, slavered a white frost that floated away in little frozen globules."
A.E. van Vogt, The Voyage Of the Space Beagle

This special edition of Stories From the Borderland originally appeared in Unwinnable #84

Tuesday, November 22, 2016


"He stopped short. Tenseness flamed along his nerves. His muscles pressed with sudden, unrelenting strength against his bones. His great forelegs—twice as long as his hindlegs—twitched with a shuddering movement that arched every razor-sharp claw. The thick tentacles that sprouted from his shoulders ceased their weaving undulation, and grew taut with anxious alertness."

"Utterly appalled, he twisted his great cat head from side to side, while the little hairlike tendrils that formed each ear vibrated frantically, testing every vagrant breeze, every throb in the ether."

"But there was no response, no swift tingling along his intricate nervous system, not the faintest suggestion anywhere of the presence of the all-necessary id. Hopelessly, Coeurl crouched, an enormous catlike figure silhouetted against the dim reddish skyline, like a distorted etching of a black tiger resting on a black rock in a shadow world."

"He licked his lips in brief gloating memory of the moment his slavering jaws tore the victim into precious toothsome bits."

"'Ah,' said Siedel. 'I was right. The tentacles each develop into seven strong fingers. Provided the nervous system is complicated enough, those fingers could, with training, operate any machine.'"
A.E. van Vogt, The Black Destroyer

"Ah," said Siedel, the psychologist, "the tentacles end in suction cups. Provided the nervous system is complex enough, he could with training operate any machine."

“He plunged his mouth into the warm body and let the lacework of tiny suction cups strain the id out of the cells.”
A.E. van Vogt, The Voyage Of the Space Beagle

This special edition of Stories From the Borderland originally appeared in Unwinnable #84