Pete Rustyteeth says...

...Happy Halloween!

childhood terrors, part 2

To this day, this moment remains the single most disturbing thing I've ever seen in a movie. A big part of it has to do with the unexpected cut to this medium close-up from a wide-shot, but...man. I still get goosebumps at this whenever I see it.

childhood terrors, part 1

When I was a kid I had a book about ghosts and hauntings, and this photo was in it.


I would stare and stare at it and get super frightened.

Rev. Ralph Hardy, a retired clergyman from White Rock, British Columbia, took this now-famous photograph in 1966. He intended merely to photograph the elegant spiral staircase (known as the Tulip Staircase) in the Queen's House section of the National Maritime Museum in Greenwich, England. Upon development, however, the photo revealed a shrouded figure climbing the stairs, seeming to hold the railing with both hands. Experts, including some from Kodak, who examined the original negative concluded that it had not been tampered with. It's been said that unexplained figures have been seen on occasion in the vicinity of the staircase, and unexplained footsteps have also been heard.

some guy

the candles

Moby Dick, chapter 119: "The Candles"

Luke

the brow

pruneface

the ritual

"Spidey saves the day!"

from Amazing Spider-Man #40, by John Romita

Patrick Welch

Pat was one of my comics professors at Savannah College of Art and Design in the mid-90's, and I only recently learned that he passed away last year. He was a great teacher and inspired me to focus and work harder...what I consider to be my first "legitimate" comic stories were all done for his class.

He was gracious enough to include one of those stories in his comic anthology Thurn & Taxis, and his wife Carrie even referenced me in an article in The Stranger, Seattle's famed alternative newspaper. They certainly didn't need to do any of that, and I have always been touched by the kindness and enthusiasm they showed a lanky, insecure twenty year old kid from Arkansas who didn't seem to talk very much.

Pat was the first Anglo-citizen of the world to ever refer to me as "mate", which was a special thrill. He also introduced me to the Stanley Bostitch saddle-stitch stapler, which remains an invaluable companion.

I'll always remember the day boxes of Thurn & Taxis #2 arrived from the printers...the Sequential Art office was awash with the wonderful smell of freshly-printed ink, and Pat held up a copy, smiling broadly, and exclaimed "Product!"

Broad strokes as well as significant details about Pat's life can be found here.

3am sketchings

Ahlrid

October. Finally.