This week Anna has been kind enough to send me more illustrative work from Flesh Trap. This time it’s the inked Casey Way portrait, from the sketches I put up previously. I think the noise I made as it downloaded was suitably embarrassing. However, I’ll just let the previews speak for themselves.
He sat out on the patio on a chair stolen from the kitchen table and watched the sun rise between the buildings. The flytraps didn’t stir. He half-expected them to, crawling upward to him as they had for his mother in his mind’s eye, eager for her attention. Smoking made him cough wetly but he ignored the inconvenience to skim his fingers over the toothed cups of a red trap, grinning at him with an empty mouth. Blowing smoke into the cups, snapping closed on his fingertips.There was something comforting in the familiarity of it, the faces that didn’t change.
More art, excerpts and news coming soon as I get ready for a Fall 2011 launch.
