Wednesday, May 20, 2015

No Reason

Pretty much all of us first got to 'know' Superman in some manner from his many incarnations as envisioned in comic books, paintings, novels, games, movies, & TV shows. My very first introduction to the character was during the Eisenhower era, when I was just a little squirt waiting my turn in an Ohio barbershop, where dozens of coverless DC comics were strewn about. 

The artist was Wayne Boring, whose distinctive style many times showed Superman running through the air, rather than flying. Another element that Mr. Boring showed a lot was the city of Metropolis shining in the background, using vertical ink lines, giving the fictional city a distinctive personality. The panel showing here was from a puzzle page in a '50s comic that I remember as one of the first images I ever saw of the guy. 

No reason for posting this now, but when I look at this iconic drawing, I can vividly recall the smell of the barbershop with the Old Spice and other manly aromas. I loved being a kid.

Wayne Boring

Tuesday, May 19, 2015


This is an 1896 painting by Alfred East called Idyll of Spring.

You know what? I like idyllic paintings . . .

Monday, May 18, 2015

Hello Out There

It's been quite a while since I've been here on this site. I've been really busy. I could start posting again, if I thought anyone missed having me here...

Art by Richard Doyle — An Elfin Dance in Faerie Land 
middlish 1800s

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

To All Our Friends

My card and wish for all of you, my Internet Friends!

Friday, October 31, 2014

Haunting Entities

Ghosts aren't the only haunting entities in our world. Faerie hosts have been thought, occasionally, to have breached the portal between realms and to have haunted our culture for centuries. 

One should be so lucky to see a sight such as this:

Johan August Malmstrom — Faerie Host — 1866

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Them Witches

Gettin' them witches ready to RIDE . . .

William Mortensen — 1926

Graveyard Dancing

This uncommon Frazetta painting demonstrates the joy of graveyard dancing, especially when sky clad and witchy.

Frank Frazetta

Punkin Guts

O boy! Time to harvest those greasy grimy punkin guts!