Small Monsters.

Video production update: preparing to shoot.

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Scarecrows at midnight.

One night, while I was fooling around with bits of stuff, small monsters began to assemble themselves. Before I realized what was happening, I was outnumbered.

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Halloween engagement

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Halloween Night.

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The long view. 

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And, like the Morning After, the video project crawls toward its end, not daring to look back.

Happy haunts!

 


 

Vintage Halloween, 1965.

First Halloween Party. No girls allowed. This was 1965, after all.

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From the top: Pirate, Skeleton, Micky, Skull Face, and Felix, all prepped for mayhem. 

Dig those crew-cuts!

This was a time when kids ran the neighborhoods barefoot and unencumbered by parental supervision beyond, “Be home by 9:00.” Trick or Treating was the maximum freedom. The 9:00 pm curfew extended until 11 or even midnight. This was plenty of time for mischief and learning how not to tip over a Porta Potty.

Halloween was also the night all the “Old man Johnson’s” got their comeuppance. The culmination of a years worth of threats against the neighborhood kids came due this night.  Three or more “Stay out of my yard!” warnings rated soaped windows or toilet paper in the trees. The more grievous crimes rated eggs on the walls, letting air let out of their car tires, or worse–dog poo in the mailbox.  What great fun!

For more retro fun, check out www.monsterbashnews.com

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Monday Morning Skeleton.

Ugh. Monday morning. This guy is no help. He just waits for me to begin work.

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“Stop staring at me!”

I will leave you with a monstery poem while I find motivation–and coffee.

Monsters

There’s monsters in my closet,

They came to say hello

They want to take me someplace

But I don’t want to go.

–By Hailey Elizabeth  at Hellopoetry.com

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Spring has Sprung.

The ice has melted. Some one did not use enough chain and concrete block.  Rookies.

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When the ice melts, winter’s secrets are revealed.                                             Dark Oak Creations, 2017.

“Take away the horror of the situation. Take away the tragedy of her death. Take away all the moral and ethical considerations you’ve had drummed into you since childhood, and what are you left with? A 105 lb. problem.”

Kyle Fisher, Very Bad Things
–from TVtropes.
When I go on a wandering photo shoot, I never know what I’ll find. Enjoy.
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Photo Shoot.

I had been cooped up all week, sculpting a tabletop-sized figure in clay.

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U. S. Marine woman. The first sculpt in a military series by Dark Oak Creations (I don’t always do Spooky).

Working small always tests my work ethic. Some sculptors can work in miniature and love it. Me, I love to sculpt, but my style and nature wants big, expansive gestures. So when, after four days of being diligent, good boy sculptor, my wife announces she’s working from home on Friday, there was only one thing to do.

Road trip! 

Wilderness Photo Shoot.

After taking my wife to lunch (I’m not stupid), I loaded the props up and set out for the woods.

It was 63 degrees Friday afternoon. In Missouri, in mid-February, the first thing I see as I  step into the field is a snake. A freaking little stripped snake slithering out of my path. I chose to take this as a good omen instead of worrying about Global Warming.

Field work always takes much more time than I think it will. I did not get to all the locations I had in-mind. I did manage to get some “shooting” accomplished. Enjoy.

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Monster in the slough. Dark Oak Creations.

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Monster in the slough with places to go.

 

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Stay out of these woods, kids.

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“Somebody back east is sayin’ “Why don’t he write?”– Tmmons, from Dances with Wolves.

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Stake out.

Sometimes, I get the urge to leave some of my less expensive props on site, or even stage them at some particular location (not where auto traffic could see it, though. Don’t want accidents). I’m sure I am not the first prop artist to feel this impish impulse.

Perhaps, one day, one evening, when the sun is dying on the horizon and the purple dusk creeps from the shadowed wood, I will give in to that sibilant whisper. Yes, perhaps the whispering imp will seduce me, and I leave a Horrible peeking from behind a tree in the park.

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Cat Lover.

Here, Kitty, Kitty.

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Midnight Snack. From Dark Oak’s sketchbook.

From a poet:

Perhaps this moment is a dream

And you are in my mind

Please bring me a nice bowl of cream

And leave those tweets behind.

This is the last stanza from the poem The Cat and the Tease, by Theo van Joolen. You can find the poem in its entirety at fairypoet.com

I took a few liberties and added a Dark Oak twist to the original art work by Daniel Merriam.   Merriam is a fantasy artist. You should check it out if you like that sort of thing. I would give an example but my own sketch would be devastated by comparison.

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Wednesday Bat Droppings

The aracni-ape

. . . sprang from a doodle sketch, a bat dropping. The more I looked at the beast, the more I wanted to bring it to life. I kept thinking what a fearsome creature this would be, all those sharp legs and claws ripping at you, the teeth snapping at your face and throat.

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Aracni-ape concept sketch. Dark Oak Creations.

Someone said he would hate to be in my head. That’s okay; it’s pretty crowded in there already.

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Close up concept sketch of attacking aracni-ape.

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Aracni-ape by Dark Oak Creations

I will leave another dropping. Perhaps one day, this creature will “live” as well.

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Concept sketch of Bat Beast, Dark Oak Creations.

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