An art dump of some of my more recent mid-modern cartoon style illustrations.
Newly created art and stories.
The following is a short story I wrote about my grandfather that was read at his funeral. A fan of the arts and theater, the story is an idealized version of his final moments. He passed away peacefully at the age of 96.
Elmer's feet made a clattering sound as he walked down the gravel road to the mailbox at the bottom of the hill. It was a cold morning. The sun was up but still quite frigid. The nice thing about being in the mountains is the silence.
The phone dropped from his hand as its screen shattered when it hit the hard floor. He felt as if someone knocked the wind right out of him. Everything was spinning; barely able to hold his balance, he fumbled into the chair next to him.
Francisca Silva was captain of one of the most notable ships throughout the trade nations of Kuras. Her crew, the Teal Fúria, was loved and feared by the many merchants and pirates roaming the seas.
"Well, what is it going to be, friend?" Samual had no good choices. As he watched the man wearing the pinstriped suit casually play with the switchblade in front of him.