Changes (slight, oh so slight)

I was hoping to get Mister Forck up, but I sent him back to the kitchen for some re-do. He is almost there, then on to Scut. ("I...I, uh...there's a zombie on your lawn?")

Hey! > I think she hungers for you.

This piece is not completely done. Several things I would like to polish about this but today is my birthday, and I really wanted to get this out there as-is so I could move forward (It makes sense to me as 1:04 am in the morning). Two more 'head-shots' to go and then I start doing the on-line comic of mirth, mayhem and hilarious hi-jinks of a proper "Naughty Nineties" (1890's) age dinner party with a few walking wormfood gnawing the background, or something very close to that..

Altered image

I do not know if it is worth a re-post for such a minor alteration, but, "NEW! w/ soiled hand prints!"
(I presume tacky hands leave prints with minimum gore for this presentation AND that the leftmost hand and the rightmost hand placements are oddly probable even if they are ridiculously symmetrical.)

Miss V.

[very old sketch from 2008 of Miss V.]

complete work coming soon

The Forcker

Sad fellow, using the wrong fork at the meal. No manners or well breeding at all.
[sketch of Mister Fork]

The zombie says, "You alone hold my heart."

been a dashing of a time of late, and to top it off my photoshop is right said undead, moaning about but really quite unproductive to all things living.
This sort-of a work in progress. It resembles in some far-distant reflection a wine bottle label, but not quite, and somehow magnificently fits the theme of a dinner party that quite strangely involves the unexpected guests being in some part zombies.

...Coming soon...

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