Wow, turns out the internet was a little harder to get hold of back home than I anticipated. I was hoping for at least one more stop off at a computer, but it was not to be. Still I'm back in the Big City now, so the internets are mine once more!
Hope everyone had a good time, and a big thank-you to everyone who sent their holiday well wishes through various mediums.
As previously mentioned, this is a time of year when I like to consider that great individual who died, but did not die, and who will one day return as the world comes to an end. Yes, this is Cthulhu's season, and as such, there are a few more pictures I thought I might share with you.
First off, here is a picture of a hot-water-bottle-cover. What more would you want to keep you warm in bed than a furry green representation of your favourite, cladistically-ill-defined, beast that slumbers. I made this for my wonderful lady friend. She liked it.
Next up, another gift, this time making use of the clay left over from this. One of the things I love about Lovecraft is the way he grounds all his horror in reality; not by providing "gritty" portrayals of violence like some modern horror movies do, but by pointing out that there is a lot of real stuff in the world that is deeply unsettling.
A lot of people overlook this aspect of Lovecraft's stories. Some even say that the reason his stories work so well is because they are so fantastically unrealistic. Yet, having grown up in a small Cornish seaside town, I can promise you there is nothing at all improbable about degenerate inbred country folk, wonkey buildings that do strange things to people who live in them, landscapes littered with traces of lost and forgotten peoples, cannibal cults who are slowly mutating into dog people, or any of the other things Lovecraft wrote about.
Delve into history, and even more stuff pops up. This is a recreation of a Lepenski Vir sculpture. That wikipedia article claims "numerous piscine sculptures and peculiar architecture are testimony to a rich social and religious life led by the inhabitants". In other words, it's a Deep One Cult. They were sleeping with the fishes, and getting all kinds of good stuff coming back to them in return. And there's nothing wrong with that.
Finally, here is a picture of a Shoggoth. I drew this several years ago on a beach in the middle of summer. Other kids were swimming and playing beach sports. I was drawing an A3 Shoggoth. That's just the sort of kid I was.