***”Pail Blue Hand” is just a tiny swatch from an illustration in our third book, “Bludgeon the Clown.” I love it. It’s so artsy-fartsy, like a 1970’s still life painting of flowers and fruit and stuff…only different. You can find all four of our illustrated books at etsy.com (search EEWbooks). -Marsha
***This is the NEW red-rough sketch for “Jar Heads.” The old one sucked. Final art for this will be a page in our new book, “Body-Oddies,” which will be finished soon (in the next few months). This was one of those lucky shots – done in one try – sitting in the back yard shade during quarantine almost a week ago. There’s no short story to go with this one (yet), and Body-Oddies is meant to be an ‘Art Book’ anyway. Meanwhile, you can find our first four illustrated books at etsy.com (search EEWbooks). -Marsha
***This is Forlorn the Robot, a cropped inset from one of the illustrations in our latest book, “A Short Burst.” I guess if you want to see the rest of it (and read the story it goes with), you can just follow the links and buy the book!…or go to etsy.com and search EEWbooks. -Marsha
Dingleberries. This image, from our first book, “Marsha Mellow’s Blue-ish Freaks,” seemed like the best possible reflection of the last week of May, 2020. -Marsha
GODIVA (book excerpt, page 64)
Saggy Bottom, West Virginia. The most important thing about this image of Godiva the Clown is that she is not just your average tattooed chick on a raging purple horse…..what you see is all Godiva, horse and all. I was already impressed with her before I realized… well, just how dynamic her lady parts were. But WOW!!!
Back in the day, between the oil wars and the water wars – before crazy fascists started hunting clowns and anarchists and Indians (again) for their skins – it was hard to go half a block without running across another painted, naked wench on a hybrid psychedelic farm animal. It was high fashion for a while. It was even worse out west with winged warthogs and angry caterpillar chicks trophy hunting for penis. Aaaahh…..can’t wait ’till those were the good old days.
***The image above is the original red rough sketch for the illustration on page 65 of “Bludgeon the Clown.” I have never posted the final image. If you want to see it, you’ll have to buy the book. I reserve the BEST art for paying customers. Find it and buy it at www.sallemander.com or search EEWbooks at etsy.com. -Marsha
BLUDGEON THE CLOWN
***These are the original rough sketches for the cover of our 3rd book, “Bludgeon the Clown,” a fully illustrated graphic field guide exposing the grizzly details of our current worldwide clown conspiracy. The material in this book could irrevocably alter life as we know it (for the better), unless we’re really careful. Written by Marsha Mellow (with over 100 illustrations by John Allemand), it is 100 pages of candy-coated, yummy, clown-infected goodness (with nuts). Find it and buy it at www.sallemander.com or search EEWbooks at etsy.com. -Marsha
Dragon Man Dan had a lot of nice pills. Some made him better and stronger. One for his asthma, one for his heart, one made his pecker longer. But all of those pills, for all their delight, killed him, as you might expect, though they kept his body preserved for years and left his penis erect.
***I’ve never posted this rough sketch before and refuse to post the final art. If you want to see it, you’ll have to buy the book, “Marsha Mellow’s Blue-ish Freaks.” Find it (along with my other 3 books) at www.sallemander.com. -Marsha
Sammy the Clown thought he could fly so he threw himself off the roof and flapped his arms for eighty-nine floors ‘fore he realized his tragic goof.
***Okay, this one’s political. Yeah, it’s a keen example of the ‘rough sketch to final art process’ thing, but I posted it to show how thoroughly fucked America is as coronavirus spreads. Even if Uncle Sammy here is only an inch or two off the ground, that fall is gonna hurt. People here, by the millions, regardless of their politics or intelligence, are running out of money and food…and they WILL break quarantine. The U.S. government is NOT helping!!! This is a page from our 1st book, ‘Marsha Mellow’s Blue-ish Freaks’. You can find all our books at; www.sallemander.com -Marsha
This is an image from our 3rd book, “Bludgeon the Clown,” There’s no silly story blurb or rhymed ditty to go with it. Not every idea has, or needs, words. It’s just a swell example of how John’s sketch and design process looks. Most images take several scribbly thumbnails to come to a viable rough. This one took one…THIS one. John got lucky. Whatever you do, please don’t – in this tragic time of plague – please don’t mistake it as a political statement. It is not intended to show what sometimes happens to a government when they bail out the rich, ruling class and abandon the common and poor in a time of crisis…..it’s just a funny clown illustration. Find and buy all of our extraordinary books at www.sallemander.com. -Marsha
The landscape was barren. Nothing but tusks and the shattered exoskeletons of the creatures that once populated these plains. Wherever an animal fell, there it rotted. There were still faint tread marks in the dirt. The ones who did this were systematic and efficient.
Men rolled out in heavy transports with ugly weapons, shooting the creatures for sport. With flame and chemical, they sterilized the surface. Nothing could survive it…not a blade of grass, not an insect, not even a germ…nothing was left to interfere.
There was a special mineral in the soil and they wanted it. It was dynamic, flexible and highly conductive…more valuable to them than life, obviously. It changed everything, replacing and expanding human technology over night, even MY brain was made of it. It made them rich, but to get it they stripped this land down to its bare bones like a swarm of locusts. And when they were done, they abandoned it and moved on.
I too was abandoned…damaged during the final round-up. One of those desperate creatures lunged at me, trying to escape while we slaughtered them… but I was not worth fixing. It was cheaper to replace me. I was left in a trash with all the other broken tools. By the time I managed to repair myself, they were long gone.
I don’t know where to go or what to do now. I’m a relic in the wasteland among the tusks. Hopeless… but for the tiny sprouts that emerge from wherever my footprints have broken the hard, scorched crust… end.
***The red sketch is the approved rough drawing for an illustration originally published in the May 2012 issue of Analog Magazine, the final image, along with it’s new short story can now be found on page 74 in our new book, “A Short Burst.” You can find and buy all our books at www.sallemander.com or go straight to etsy.com and search EEWbooks. -Marsha
