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In Space, No One Can Hear Lovecraft Scream (Cont.): Creative Platypus

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I was dissatisfied with my first attempt at creating a creature from Alien . Here is my second attempt using only black pen. I've tried to pull toward the Egyptian elements of some of the original artwork that keep the world of Alien  close to its lovecraftian roots.

In Space, No One Can Hear Lovecraft Scream: Creative Platypus

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Alien Covenant  has just come out and I thought I would make a small contribution here with a quick bit of fan art. The art of Alien  puts teeth into H.P. Lovecraft's tales of forgotten extraterrestrial civilizations or Clark Ashton Smith's journeys of interstellar doom. They are the consummate horror stories for a secular age.

The Return of Summer Reading: The Platypus Reads Part CCCXI

Summer has returned, though you wouldn't know it in Texas right now. Whatever the weather may be doing (and it's appreciated), school is out and that means that it's time for a new "Seven Heavens of Summer Reading". Stuff has been piling up on the shelves, so there's lots to work through. In the comics department, Valiant Comics is leading the field with Divinity , XO Manowar: Soldier , and Britannia: We Who Are About to Die . All of these are absolutely excellent middle-brow fair. Historical reading finds me following up last summer's A Storm of Spears  with Christopher Matthew's new ANZAC salvo on all things hoplite Beyond the Gates of Fire . We'll see if Matthew's team can send old V.D. Hanson's Western Way of War running for cover by showing that their models of hoplite battle can shed new light on the well trodden sands of Thermopylae. In the Fantasy genre, my wife and I are taking a second trip through The Last Unicorn  after s

For Those Who See: Creative Platypus

For Those Who See Those who See Echo Divinity Wisdom Love Might Crucified on the World And for the World In the burning dream of William Blake Painted with Autumn leaves Summer sunsets There is meaning in the Fall of a sparrow or the expiration of a flea Did you have courage to stand there when Life Passed out of them in gasps and a spasm? Then you are like your Creator Who hung stars and suns as Eyes that do not shut Burning Seraphim