THIS IS A REALLY OLD DRAWING. Just so you know. It's from late '72, maybe early '73...I was around eighteen years old. No excuse for the terribly anatomy and face on the human character here. You can find a couple of other works from the same period, and on the same theme in this gallery. They show what happens if you have a degree of talent and imagination, but zero artistic training. Also, I find them personally interesting because they show elements of themes that have since re-appeared: a rapport between beautiful girl and mutants, and being chased through thick mud by alien monsters. I had just started reading fantasy stories at this time (Jack Vance, Hannes Bok, etc) and it filled my head with all kinds of imagery. The title? Just made it up, being in the mood for incongruity.
The stuff of a MEMORABLE nightmare.
The wading through mud, being pursued by a mud-dwelling monster is a nightmarish thing...I think the floating, spiky rock may certainly have been directly from a dream at that time in my life.
Oh this is amazing. Her face looks fine to me - but what do I know? There's so much going on. At first, I thought it was a sinking ship in the background - then I wasn't so sure. Now I'm thinking maybe it is.
Thanks for sharing!
Thanks for sharing!
There are quite a few good things in it...in fact, I might try to take some of those things and see how I would draw them today, 44 years later. (44 years? Gad, that's so scary!!)
I see a faint echo of "Venna Planet's" Suhl in the girl. As for your inspiration, I've read Jack Vance's "The Dirdir" and "The Phume," so I can testify to how they would impact young minds.
I read a story of Vance's called Eyes of the Overworld in 1972 - it stayed with me for years, and I still remember a lot if it now. And I later read Beyond the Golden Stair by Hannes Bok, who is probably better know for his Weird Tales illustration work. Although reasonably literate, I never properly got into reading novels until this time, and it was because I had begun commuting, and I had an hour or so on the train every day.
You were messed up.