Shapes and Lines

…Then stagger down the street and fall asleep in a bush.

It’s all Hallows Eve, but the only things going bump in the night around here are the roving gaggles of drunken college students haunting the street below my window. And they’ve apparently acquired to ability to converse with friends half way across town without the use of a cell phone. Where’s a zombie Apocalypse when you need one.

When I was a little boy, my older brothers would tell me a scary tale about an evil thing called Mister Rattly Bones. Mr Rattly Bones ate children the story goes, and collected their bones which he carried in an old sack. You see, it was the rattling of the children’s bones in that sack from which he got his name, and was the sound you were warned to listen for when you were alone in the dark.

I never saw Mr Rattly Bones, but I’m sure I heard him on occasion. I always imagined him to be very tall, gaunt, and bone thin with long fingers and a lipless grin.

I’m gonna go hide under the blankets now …and load my shotgun. Y’all have a Happy Halloween.

Oooooo  …scary flowers. Another quick (obligatory) pic in the style I have been working in recently, and yet another in the growing line of illustrations that started as a doodle on a cocktail napkin at the Vintage restaurant downstairs.

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