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April 13, 2015

Full Stop | [observe hominid aberration]

Graphite on paper, colored in Adobe Photoshop ~ 250 minutes. Click HERE for an animation showing how the piece came together.

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A horned figure slinks from the shadows...

INT. ABANDONED PROMENADE – NIGHT

a SENTRY BOT grinds along it’s path, cutting a wedge of light into the dim tiled walkway. A multitude of  sensors scan the walls, penetrating crevices, looking for signs of trouble or structural hazards. It stops, chirping excitedly to itself. A single light is illuminating bare toes. A WOMAN steps forward out of the shadows.

WOMAN

Route please.

The sentry bot retreats a foot along it’s track, emitting a cacophony of tonal laments.

SENTRY BOT

Observe biped! This corridor is maintained by the Kaska Rendering Authority! Your admission is unanticipated!

The blackened surface of the sentry bot begins to change. More lights blink open and scan across the woman’s tall form.

WOMAN

Route...

The woman cranes her neck around the bot as it’s warnings continue. It’s light dimly illuminates a tiled archway above her head. Plants have broken through the tile and dangle just out of reach. A light flashes near her face, dazzling her eyes. She’s been photographed.

WOMAN

Please?

SENTRY BOT

Comply: West, 11 kilometers. Junction. North,  4 Kilometers. Junction. West, 210 kilometers...

WOMAN

Total time until sunrise?

SENTRY BOT

Comply: 48 Earth minutes. 172 Vuhla minutes. 211 Dygon minutes...

WOMAN

What’s my status?

SENTRY BOT

Comply: Observations indicate refugee fleeing the Greater Crucible Territories. Refugee status is non-compliant.  Compliance is mandatory. Please observe the following directives...

The woman has stepped back into the shadows, disappearing from sight. The sentry bot ceases to speak and initiates a broad scan of the immediate area. Eventually it determines that it is alone. A soft cooing whispers through it’s speaker grates. Sharply, it swivels it’s camera’s back to the path and begins to pickup speed. In the darkness, red eyes blink open and watch it disappear down a tunnel.


March 27, 2015

The Bird

Graphite on paper, colored in Adobe Photoshop ~ 180 minutes

the_bird copy copyArcs of light turned the shadows pink...

EXT. SPLIT-FORK BATTLEFIELD – NIGHT

CLEOPATRA OTTIN slams into the crumbling facade, taking cover as a barrage of c-beams pass overhead. She holds her breath against the reek of burned-hair, counting to 10 before gasping in lungfuls of air.

CLEOPATRA

You lucky bitch!

Her RADIO chimes – a few notes from her regimental chorus play flatly, announcing a company wide directive.

RADIO

Bunker, bunker, bunker! All assets clear to the edge – we are live fire in 30 seconds! That means you Otty – you’re 15 yards South West. Move your ass, yesterday!

Cleopatra crouches low, peering through a gap in the wall. The enemy’s advance scouts are running at a half-crouch, but not directly towards her. She keys her radio on.

CLEOPATRA

Command – I have 4 pigs left. Permission to deploy?

RADIO

Negative! You have sub-20 seconds to clear that grid. MOVE!

Cleopatra is already unboxing the detonators. Stringing the 4 together she cranks a time-delay dial and spits out a mouthful of dust. Reaching behind her she unclips her bra-strap and slinks each arm free, then pulls the bra loose and hangs it over the top of the wall, visible to the enemy. She grins wide and pats the nestle of wires and explosives at her feet before taking off for the battlefield’s edge.


April 15, 2013

Lightbulb Zombie at the Gate

Pen on paper, color-tint in Adobe Photoshop ~ 65 minutes

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Hit the lights. Somethings moving out there...

EXT. RILKE FARMSTEAD – NIGHT

MAXIMILLIAN RILKE holds his breath. His brother GREGOR RILKE stands at his side, listening. They stare into the darkness beyond the doorway and hear night sounds. Maximilian is loosely gripping a shotgun by the base of its barrel, the stock resting on his hip.

MAXIMILLIAN

It’s nothing. We should...

GREGOR

Hush. Listen again.

Maximilian shifts his feet in the snow, getting cold. Being a good brother, he closes his eyes and listens. His eyes pop open at a sharp sound from nearby, like paper being torn from a book. He licks his lips and slowly unhinges the shotgun barrell, exposing the chamber. Reaching into his coat pocket for shells, he feels his brother’s hand on his arm.

GREGOR

Too late for that.

Gregor nods into the darkness. Maximilian squints his eyes and sees a splash of light on the old Model-T next to the barn. It grows, and with it a look of dread darkens Maximilian’s face.


March 22, 2013

Perelia Quinn lies in wait

Graphite sketch with Adobe Photoshop colors ~ 250 minutes

The girl with the shock of white hair checks her watch again...

INT. CAPPELLA BLOCK RELAY TUNNEL – NIGHT

PERELIA QUINN fidgets, waiting for her mark. Capella Block’s residents rush around her, snaking between stacks of garbage and freestanding utility pylons. Craning her neck she can see the wide mouth of the West vehicle entrance.  A single-carry takes the corner too fast, it’s rimless wheels chirping across the pavement. It slams to a stop in front of a noodle-shop, and the driver tumbles out into the street. Pretending to yawn, PERELIA raises a wired microphone to her lips, concealed neatly in her palm.

PERELIA

He’s back. He’s had more to drink.

RADIO

You don’t say? How’s that poor bastard even standing?

The man in the street turns sharply and tumbles over his own feet. Falling to his knees he lets out a vicious curse before lurching upright again.

CORILLA

He’s not, really. What do you want me to do?

RADIO

Sober him up. The quick way.


March 20, 2013

The Snow Sisters of Doogan Township

Pen on paper, color-tint in Adobe Photoshop ~ 60 minutes

space_ladies 5.19.09 PMScrap-hunting the Outskirts, the Snow Sisters consider their next meal...

EXT. DOOGAN TOWNSHIP OUTSKIRTS – DAY

HALCYONE and CORILLA SNOW are hunting for scrap-metal.

CORILLA

Feeding times soon. What are you going to say?

HALCYONE

Same as always. If we deserved better food, we’d be shown the way.

A siren sounds in the distance. The sisters stop to listen for a moment.

CORILLA

How long you think that’s going to work?