Well here we are. At the end of my Mugman Halloween comic. Or is it? MUWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! But seriously, this is the end of the comic itself.
With our words in sentences
With our ideas in motion
With our social customs in our lives
With our practices and habits
We force things upon ourselves and others
Within each of these realms
Instead of developing understanding
Instead of searching for meaning
Instead of exploring their functions
And discovering the shapes that fit.
Dare to join this devious dinner? Melvin, Marigold, Morgana and Murial invite you to an evening filled with deathly excitement.
Come and splurge on poisoned candied apples (which far outshine the pathetic apples of the evil queen), dragon roasted bone marrow, the most delicious pumpkin pies, chicken feed pot pies (a family recipe from the famous Baba Yaga herself), or a sinful devil's food cake (thank you, Uncle Mephistopheles).
Maybe, my dear friend, a glass of wine or a vial of fresh, still warm blood will help to wash away all your doubts if to join or not- because what bad can happen with this splendid array of company nestled between the most beautiful blooming wisterias?
Don´t be afraid! They don´t bite - at least not all of them.
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More air clay work. Water colour paint. I have a resident squirrel, who I have named Melanie. She left an acorn in my garden and now I have a little oak tree.
Two cows jumped over the moon and crashed. Now they both see stars. 8000 x 6000 pixels,
15.748" x 11.811",
Resolution 200,
Bit Depth 24,
DPI 508,
3.50 MB
Mitch McConnell trick or treating as a southern belle as he does every weekend at the BDSM club, The Woodshed in Orlando Florida.
26.667 ‘ x 21,667”
Depth 24
300 pixels/inch
Some things I saw and drew but didn't share. A friendly dog who wanted to say hello, a bride and a groom on the way to the wedding waiting for the train (she wore plastic slides and had her high heels in the bag), a lost cicada, a book (Sula by Toni Morison was absolutely amazing). Oh and also using dry ice to make dramatic seltzer.
this is Jax. no last name, just Jax. this artistic witch (who is sometimes called a crueler word that rhymes) doesn't have much going on in her life, other than being a full-time murder club member. at almost a thousand years, she's one of the oldest (and rudest) members, and has devoted her life to cleaning up crime scenes, and keeping Max safe.