Eye for an… well, actually, an eye for who knows what?

Here is a page of basically finished inks from my upcoming Severed Limbs.
In which, Fred continues his unprecedented, save for Job, so, his precedented streak of being maimed by God and Nature.

Sacrificial Offerings

Lost.
In the abysmal labyrinthine corridors of some fantasy nouveau-ancient temple-city.
I stumbled onto this poster. And it shocked me.
I was hurled into a double-funhouse-mirror infinite regress of the mind.
I had been here before.
The horror I felt for this poor creature could not be reigned in. I fell into paroxysm.
A fit.
I reached, but grasped nothing.
I was only able to take away information.
But I will use this information.
Indeed.
I will get to the bottom of this.

According to the information I retained, and my subsequent interpretation, there is an art show happening, incomprehensibly of my own work.

Here are the details:
Sacrificial Offerings:
Tasty morsels torn from the still beating heart of Joshua Ray Stephens
Opening: 22Sep12 7-10pm
At: Octane 1009 Marietta St Atlanta GA 30318

I will be there to unmask the impostor masquerading as yours truly! Join me if it pleases you.

Dream Machine: The Conflagration

This here is just a sketch from recent sketches. I am in the incipient stages of birthing an epic comic adventure. The working title is “The Conflagration” and you will be hearing a lot about it for the next ten years or so on this blog. I am considering producing it in serialized form, because it will be so long, and then collecting it all as a re-edited and massive tome when it is finally all done.

I still have to finish “Severed Limbs” which is close, but on hiatus since Emperor Augustus Ray Stephens has arrived. In the meantime I am sketching a lot and fleshing out (roughly) ideas and notions and concepts and story lines and characterology and stories, etc.

A couple quotes I read today and chuckled over:
“No matter how cynical you get, it is impossible to keep up.” —Jane Wagner

“The aim of a joke is not to degrade the human being but to remind him that he is already degraded.” —George Orwell

Wild ride

Rushing headlong through an inter-dimensional portal. Is it as fun as it looks?
That’s for Deacon Dunblane to know and you to find out.

This is a piece I started in 2010? Somewhere around there.
An upcoming show at Octane in Atlanta prompted me to finally finish it.
I’ll be posting details about that in a few days.