I love skulls. And bones. At one point I was tempted to call this blog Guinea Pigs, Books, and Skulls because those are the three things that I’m interested in artistically, but at that point I didn’t think I was going to feature my paintings on this blog- Ha.
The four paintings below are going to be available for sale at Wizard World Madison April 8-9-10 ( my profile on the Wizard World site ).
The star painting of the most important mini-horse skull. I also have prints of my Bye Bye, Li’l Sebastian design.
My signature image, Guinea Pigs are for Life. Now one person can also have a guinea pig skull painting (I kept the first one I did) and about six people can have guinea pig skull prints – sometimes I don’t have very many available because printing is not always a sure thing when you do it all by hand.
This is what a Columbian Ground Squirrel’s skull looks like…when I paint it.
The skull of the other mammal I’m regularly associated with, the squirrel. I made its teeth less scary in this painting than the teeth featured in Night of the Squirrels.
68. Three Quarters Dead – Richard Peck
Speaking of classic young adult (and children’s) authors, Richard Peck has some seriously strong credentials. My introduction to him was a time traveling ghost story – Voices After Midnight, a 1990 classic that I have re-read several times. Three Quarters Dead was like a less successful version of Peck’s classic ghost stories that was geared directly towards girls and also caved in to peer pressure. This is an author who should not end up looking like he’s trying too hard but this book is just not quite right on a few levels. A supernatural clique should have been creepier and I am well aware that Peck can make things creepy. Maybe there was a rushed contract deadline in there somewhere. Anyway, Three Quarters Dead reads quickly enough, but something is just…wrong and it’s not in the uneasy awesome way that things feel wrong in Voices After Midnight.
Classic Pammy, looking for what’s not quite right on the chair. Maybe there’s a ghost under the embroidered pillow or maybe it’s behind the ominous black velvet skull pillow. Mystery is where you least expect it.
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