It Came From The Basement – Day One. I’ve given myself a challenge this October to illustrate a creepy poem that I wrote. I haven’t celebrated Halloween too much over the last few years, so I hope this will make up for it and spread some Halloween spirit.
I can’t say for certain what led me to that desolate graveyard, but I believe it all started when I stumbled upon that mysterious box and the accursed relic hidden within.
I had been summoned to settle the estate of my late Uncle Thaddeus. He had toiled in the art history department at Miskatonic University for years until his bizarre and highly publicized death last year, as you may recall.
While navigating the labyrinth of his antiquarian abode, I was drawn to a peculiar wooden box. The squamous, bronze figure housed within gave me a chill and left me gibbering like a madman.
Something compelled me to abscond with it immediately. If I walked for hours or days, I could not tell. But in the end, that strange energy led me into an old graveyard, to a very specific headstone, beneath an imposing, cyclopean obelisk.
There I found myriad offerings left by the hands of other pilgrims. Who, I imagined, burning with the same fever, traveling for days or weeks, suffering from the same delirium as I, whispered the words, “Cthulhu fhtagn.”
I was beating my brains trying to come up with something comics-related that I could offer as a print, and somehow I managed to mash together two of my favorite things.
After a few weeks of working on him, I’ve put the finishing touches on my second polymer clay marionette. I’ve named him Herbert.
Here are a few shots of the marionette attached to the final controller. Please disregard the chaos that is my desk.
This is still a work-in-progress, but I can’t resist sharing a sneak peek of my second polymer clay marionette. This is at the stage where I attached all his limbs, strung him up and tested him out with a temporary wooden controller.