So, uh, this is concept art for a remake of a Japanese movie about a pale creepy child that stares creepily at people from things like, er, mirrors and dark doorways and breakfast cereal while brandishing sporting goods. And then all the people watch a video and die and stuff.
No idea what this has to do with anything. It was even drawn before I began the super-secret project which could, metaphorically speaking, contain any number of folk of the fairy breed, and the appropriate tales thereof.
This was the sketch for Rosemary’s birthday present.
A Delta IV Heavy rocket that I did for Dad’s birthday.
(Also, here’s the initial sketch.)
I believe his method of haunting involves popping into a room (riding crop tucked firmly under the old arm), uttering a hearty “Morning, chaps!”, and proceeding to knock every available top hat to the floor with all the ethereal dexterity of the eternally damned.
This is probably an illustration for the end of that wonderful children’s story, Blim, the Happy Bear, right after the squirrel tells him his fur looks silly:
For the first time in his life, Blim had a strange feeling in his belly. It was like having a katydid stuck in his ear, but that’s obviously not what it was. Because the feeling was in his belly.
“Why did Squiggle have to say those mean things about my fur?” he said to himself. “Maybe this is how he feels when I make fun of his tail every day.” Blim trudged a few forlorn paces further into the clearing. “It’s not very nice to make others unhappy.” He paused, one foot resting between two newly sprouted mushrooms, and his eyes lit up. “Squiggle is not very nice. I should eat him.”
Slowly a smile crept back onto the big bear’s face. He turned around and began nosing his way back through the thick grass. Being sad was no fun. It was better to be happy.