|   | | The Art of Sean Eddingfield |
| | I really do not know where he came from. The clearer you picture something in your head, the better you can draw it... well, this guy was in my head blocking anything else that I tried to picture. It is like I am not even in control of my own mind. I absolutely could not do anything else until this was finished. Just when I was adding the finishing touches to the sketch, he told me his name... | | |
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| | The art came to me at an early age... The wonderment of the color of the sky and the grass, the strangeness of insects and creepy crawley things inticed my five year old brain to one purpose... To create my own world. Unlike anything anyone had ever seen... Of course I started with crayons, often turning the cutesy black and white kittens and puppies in my coloring books into things that were not exactly normal... Imagination running rampant, my own creations, giving them life... Since then I have never...
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Let's face it... I don't know where this stuff comes from...
| | Digital art created with Photoshop |
| | Art for ads and t-shirt designs |
| | Proud founding member... here are a few good guys and perhaps a few bad... |
| | A new book I am working on about things that go bump in your mind... |
| | | Poem for the Devil
When I was innocent... When I was a child... You came to me whispering... Telling lies and invoking the demons when none would see but me. They came to me dancing, and smiling a sharp tooth... | | Denizens of Perdition
Denizens of Perdition. Let's see. How can I put this... Denizens of Perdition is an illustrated fantasy book about strangeness. Strange things we have seen, strange things we think we have seen... | | Lesson Learned
Let me tell you a story... Back in my younger days, when I was full of vinegar and ready to take on the earth and maybe a couple of other planets, I seemed to be quite the ladies man. One... | | The Jester Rictus
The Jester Rictus There once was a jester called Rictus... with a big rusty knife he stick'd us. He served us with spice... and a nice side of rice. Then out of his teeth he pick'd us. |
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