This is a Paffooney I have had in my portfolio for many years. Is it a miracle that it looks so much like my daughter the Princess? Yes! Most definitely. I drew this before I got married, more than twenty years ago. Yet, it looks so much like the Princess that my flabber is completely gasted.
Here are two more deadly mutant kid ninjas from Aeroquest. When the Pan Galactican Union fell to the mysterious space invaders known as the Scondians, these two mutant boys were among the flood of refugees who escaped to the Human Imperium. Gyro son of Jor is a Nebulon. That means he is a member of an inter-stellar race whose humanity is in question. His skin is blue and highly radiation resistant. On top of his Nebulon qualities, he is a Psion Trans-muter who can mentally alter molecules, sometimes even fusing simple atoms into more complex ones. He is also very inventive. He can change a simple computer into a mini-attack-bot, a computer into a video game machine, or a vehicle into video game machine… well, he’s a teenager, so virtually anything can become a video game machine. He laughs easily, even at things that aren’t funny, and doesn’t mind when others call him a Space Smurf, because he doesn’t know what that means. Billy Iowa is his best friend and fellow survivor. If Gyro’s family hadn’t rescued Billy from Scondian captivity, he would’ve remained on Pan Galactica as a laboratory test subject. Unlike many of the Pan Galactican Space Cowboys, he is not prejudiced against Nebulons. In fact, as an orphan, he looks at them more as family than as an inferior race. His Psion power is Clairvoyance, allowing him to see times and places where he is not present, even to the extent that he can accurately predict the future. He’s a better karate and kung fu student than Gyro, but as student ninjas go, all the rest of his dojo can beat the crap out of him. So, these two Space Cowboys, both boys, provide a lot of the comedy relief in the Aero Dojo. They are of course, not nearly as dangerous as the girls are, but don’t insult them never-the-less. Billy can tell you how you will die, and Gyro will make unbelievably corny jokes about it.
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Mark Twain, real name Samuel Clemens, is my hero. He lived a long and difficult life, but he lived it with grace and humor… most of the time…well, some of the time. I would very much like to be just like him… ‘cept I ain’t dead yet and have no plans on that score… but I would like to also be like him in having something important to say that can be said to somebody who isn’t even born yet, a hundred years or more from now, the way that Mark Twain spoke to me.
I told you about Mai Ling the other day. This is her classmate, her BFF, and her fellow student ninja from the planet Gaijin in the 53rd Century. Unlike Mai, Taffy is royalty. She is a former princess of the planet Mingo, her family being supplanted and exiled by the Nefarious Emperor Mong. Like all Mingoans, she is a member of the Fusion Race. They are people scientifically engineered to be half Earth human and half Galtorrian reptilian humanoid. She has lovely green eyes, vertically slitted, with the look of a cobra about them. She is just as deadly as her eyes make her seem. Her Psion power is basically telekinesis, the same as Mai Ling’s power, but she uses it in a very different fashion. Taffy likes to move and manipulate tiny objects in mass. She shapes things out of sand, water droplets, smoke, living wasps, or bees. She can trap you withing a sarcophagus made of sand with no breathing holes. She can dress you in a suit of stinging wasps. On top of that, she has ninja skills that allow her to slice and dice you with blades or even kill you with her bare hands. She’s not actually vain, but you should never tell her that her hair is mussed or that her clothing isn’t perfectly in style. She has killed bozos like us for less.
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One must always be careful of the most deadly creatures to be found in the Orion Spur of the Milky Way Galaxy. That’s why it is good to note that one of the most deadly creatures, which is also one of the most necessary to avoid, is the teenage girl just entering the mixed blessings of puberty. Mai Ling, pictured in this Aeroquest Science Fiction Public Service Warning Poster, is a particularly lethal specimen of just such a creature. At about thirteen years of age, she is possessed of not only deadly ninja skills, trained to fatal perfection, but also telekinetic Psion mutant skills. She can use her telekinesis to propel weapons in ways that weapons were never meant to be propelled at speeds of up to GOLLY GEE WOO-WOO WOW THAT WAS FAST!!! If she shoots at you with the slug-thrower pistol she often carries, you are not only merely dead, but literally most sincerely dead because even if she misses you, she can redirect the bullet into whichever vital organ she wishes, and being the age she is, that probably means something in the highly sensitive and highly embarrassing personal middle area. She can also bang you dead pretty effectively with any stone she decides to pick up and fling. Her left arm is sheathed in accelerating electro-magnetic Gauss-effect armor that will turn a stone into faster-than-the-speed-of-sound projectile capable of blasting its way through the walls of the boys’ shower room. You dare not cross her. Don’t challenge her authority. And, for goodness sake, don’t make comments on handsome young members of boy bands, because you never ever can anticipate which one she will be in love with this week… er… today… er… this minute.
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The picture is called “My Galatea” after the myth of Pygmalion. I drew it at a time when I was working on the Snow Babies character of Valerie Clarke. She was my creation, made up of my daughter the Princess, a girl I had a crush on in 6th grade, and a very strange part of my own psyche that is essentially female. Sometimes things come together in such a fashion that the creation becomes more real than what I know as reality. Have you ever created something that was so perfect that you fell in love with it? It is a very strange feeling. It doesn’t create happiness. It makes you feel regret that what should be real is only fantasy. It makes you feel longing for something that you know you simply cannot have. It makes you feel creepy, like you’ve done something wrong. You have stolen bits of other people’s lives and put them together, made them live in a new form, the whole Frankenstein’s monster sort of thing. The evil abides in those things that you could never foresee as problems. The torches are lit, the pitchforks come out, and chaos ensues.
Falconet’s sculpture of Pygmalion (1763)
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These are a couple of unfinished Acrylic paintings awaiting the opportunity to complete them. One is a pair of Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders. No mystery about that. I live in the Dallas area, and I’m a male creature with eyes. The other is about a Native American story-teller and the tale he is telling his grandson. It will be mostly about pattern and design when I am finished. I am not fond of the opaque nature of Acrylic paint, so I need to use it differently than I do oil.
This picture was a 1980’s attempt to copy the skin tones in the works of Frank Frazetta and Boris Vallejo. I have always admired their ability to create luminous tanned skin and vibrant character colors. I also intended to turn this into an oil painting of young David the shepherd playing and singing for King Saul. My skills were not up to the task at the time, but I find this goofy composition interesting never the less. 
Catch a Falling Star 