The woman standing behind Nurri Kala is a Silurian. In the pulp serial, Morgo the Mighty, the Silurians are described as scaled men not man-like lizards or lizard-like men so I’ve assumed that they are a type of human and therefore mammals.
This illustration is the last piece from the batch I sketched up in late 2015. Every sketch from that batch (along with a number of others that I sketched up during 2016) has now been inked and colored. I think some of them turned out really well. I learned something even from the ones that I was … less than satisfied with. There are more illustrations coming. I’m continuing the black and white to color project until the end of this year.
I’m hoping to have a themed illustration project ready for 2018 but, at the moment, I can’t promise that I will succeed. One day at time.
Nurri Kala, the heroine of the pulp serial Morgo the Mighty, has a dilemma.She is desired by three men: Zorimi, the evil despot who raised her from childhood; Jerry McRory, the dashing pilot from the upper world; and Morgo, the mighty young cave warrior. Who will she choose?
Not Zorimi. He’s evil.
McRory? He offers her a return to a world that she has forgotten.
Morgo? He is a fellow cavern dweller.
And if fish did fly, where would the birds and the bats and the bugs go?
Fish would be so much more fun if they swam in the air instead of the ocean.
Sharks might be a bit of a problem.
I don’t just walk, just get out and see where my legs take me, much any more. I work for the post office as a letter carrier and that job has me on the go. When I’m working overtime hours I deliver on routes that are less familiar but it’s all civilization. I miss taking the paths less traveled – the trails to places where nothing was ever built … or where the hold of man has slipped away.
I imagine that human beings have been imagining the end of the world for as long as humans have had civilization. Maybe they were imagining the end of the world when they were hunter/gatherers but I tend to think of world ending stories as stories of the collapse of civilization. Before civilization, specifically the sort of civilization that arises for agriculture, humans lived as members of small tribes and could carry their possessions from place to place as needed. After civilization humans had walls and buildings and … stuff. Stuff that filled buildings and required walls. And when humans have stuff they worry about losing it.
The world will end someday. The world as we, 20th/21st Century people, recognize it. Homo Sapiens as a species will go extinct. I hope that will be because a form of humanity evolves that peacefully replaces us. The earth and life will go on. The stuff we leave behind will be consumed by whatever nature throws at it. Or perhaps our descendants will pack it all up and recycle it. If so, good for them.
What did these folks do to deserve the beatdown that The Face is giving them? I leave that to your imagination.
The Face was one of those costumed crime fighters that populated comic books in the 1940s. He had no super powers. He was just a guy who wore a scary mask and, presumably, punched bad guys. I say “presumably” because I’ve never gotten around to tracking down and reading any stories that featured the character. If he had eaten the bad guys I might be more interested.
With that intro, one might ask why I spent the time to do an illustration of him.
I see potential in the idea?
It seemed like fun?
What the hell?
She’s much cuter than this portrait. I’ll keep at it.
I like drawing portraits of my Nizzibet.