Friday, April 18, 2014



Now that Illustro Obscurum Volumes VII & VIII are sold, I'm super excited about my next Yog-Blogsoth project.

I collaborated (they wrote, I drew) with a bunch of amazingly talented modern horror authors on new avatars of Nyarlathotep! Laird Barron, John Langan, Victoria Dalpe, Philip Gelatt, Molly Tanzer, Orrin Grey and W. H. Pugmire contributed descriptions for me to illustrate. The results are weird, creepy, epic, and in one case the most obscene thing I've ever drawn. Stay tuned for more info!! 

ALSO all the above mentioned authors are absolutely fantastic and you should hunt down whatever it is they've worked on and consume it! I can't express how appreciative I am that I got to work with them on these pieces!

There will be a more detailed post next week...I'm still waiting to hear from a few more authors...

Tuesday, April 8, 2014


Hey everyone...a bit of news to tide you over until ILLUSTRO OBSCURUM VOLUME VII is available this coming FRIDAY, APRIL 11TH at 11AM, EST in the Yog-Blogsoth store!!!

I just finished my piece for Jenn Woodall's Fight! zine. The idea was to create a female fighting character that would face off with another artists character a la Mortal Kombat, Street Fighter, Tekken, etc. Below is my contribution:

Obviously I couldn't resist throwing Nyarlathotep into the fray ( one can beat Nyarlathotep). I chose the avatar of The Queen In Red from the Malleus Monstrorum. She doesn't have ties to any specific work of weird fiction but Scott David Aniolowski incorporated a few mythological and folk characters into the mythos for his bestiary. Expect a stripped down version of this avatar to appear on the blog soon.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014


"They were ugly, they were mean
Biggest heads I ever seen
They made everybody scream and shout"

"They got slimy lizard skin
And an evil lookin' grin
And they sure could use some manicures"

"They got hands all covered with fungus
They got eyes like some kinda bug
I sure hope they don't come in here
I just shampooed the rug"
"Weird" Al Yankovic, Slime Creatures From Outer Space

Thursday, March 20, 2014


"...the ghasts, those repulsive beings which die in the light, and which live in the vaults of Zin and leap on long hind legs like kangaroos.
After a moment something about the size of a small horse hopped out into the grey twilight, and Carter turned sick at the aspect of that scabrous and unwholesome beast, whose face is so curiously human despite the absence of a nose, a forehead, 
and other important particulars."
H.P. Lovecraft, The Dream-Quest Of Unknown Kadath

Wednesday, March 19, 2014



"Well did I come to know the presiding dryads of those trees, and often have I watched their wild dances in the struggling beams of a waning moon—but of these things I must not now speak. I will tell only of the lone tomb in the darkest of the hillside thickets; the deserted tomb of the Hydes, an old and exalted family whose last direct descendant had been laid within its black recesses many decades before my birth."

H.P. Lovecraft, The Tomb

"This (Dryad) was the name of a group of nymphs in the classical mythology of Greece and Rome. The Dryad's name is derived from the Greek Drys, which means oak. These nymphs were the guardian spirits of trees, groves, and woods, and would punish any
mortals offering harm."

"In the classical mythology of Greece and Rome, this (Hamadryad) is the name of nymphs of the trees who inhabited and were part of the trees they protected. They are described as being beautiful females to the waist, and the lower parts of their bodies are the trunk of the tree and its roots,"
Carol Rose, Spirits, Fairies, Leprechauns, and Goblins

Tuesday, March 18, 2014


"In an instant every moving entity was electrified; and forming at once into a ceremonial procession, the nightmare horde slithered away in quest of the sound—goat, satyr, and aegipan, incubus, succuba, and lemur, twisted toad and shapeless elemental, dog-faced howler and silent strutter in darkness—all led by the abominable naked phosphorescent thing that had squatted on the carved golden throne, and that now strode insolently bearing in its arms the glassy-eyed corpse of the corpulent old man."
H.P. Lovecraft, The Horror At Red Hook

Monday, March 17, 2014


 "I was much less disturbed by the vaguer tales of wails and howlings in the barren, windswept valley beneath the limestone cliff; of the graveyard stenches after the spring rains; of the floundering, squealing white thing on which Sir John Clave’s horse had trod one night in a lonely field;"
H.P. Lovecraft, The Rats In the Walls