Patrick David Reinhart's Blog: Ongoing Illustration Adventures., page 9

A rocket ship makes an unfortunate landing on the moon.

A rocket ship makes an unfortunate landing on the moon.

Just a Sendak-style smiley moon face for y’all. By golly...

Just a Sendak-style smiley moon face for y’all. By golly are they fun to draw.

Escher-ish frog pattern. To be fully Escheresque, I...

Escher-ish frog pattern. To be fully Escheresque, I would’ve had to have made conscious use of the negative space as well, but alas I did not. Anyway, I like the ancient Greek vibe.

I really want to do a wordless Moon story. Hey! Why ever the...

I really want to do a wordless Moon story. Hey! Why ever the heck not?! Tentatatative sketches…

The Jester and his giraffe. Quick ink sketches with some...

The Jester and his giraffe. Quick ink sketches with some brush-pen shading, which I don’t use often. I should have newer, more finished stuff to post relatively soon. In the meantime…

"Once upon a time there lived a troll. He lived far away, far away from any towns or cities, way up..."

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Once upon a time there lived a troll. He lived far away, far away from any towns or cities, way up high in the mountains. He lived off the sparse shrubs that grew in the rocky outcrops, and the occasional stray mountain goat, all bone and wool and little meat. When the rainclouds passed by, he would drink his fill.

And so he had lived for a long time, and there was no telling how long, and he never changed. Except that he never stopped growing, and he became coarser, tougher, and more mountainous as the years went by, until moss grew where his hair had been, and his hands were like granite and his eyes the color of a mountain stream. The troll was not aware of these changes, as they were as gradual as the stream that carves a canyon. Even if he had been aware, he would not have cared in the least. He would not have cared, and he would not change his ways, because he had no heart.

Such had not always been the case. As a baby, he was as human as you or me or your little brother. He had been found by a hunting party deep in the forest, oh so many hundreds of years ago, and been raised in a quiet village in the valley. When he was mostly grown, there was none stronger, none who worked harder, and none kinder than young Hurder (for such was his name in those days). He apprenticed to the blacksmith and in no time at all had surpassed his master. It was not an easy life, but it was not an unkind village. And though there were none kinder, there were also none quieter, and few who smiled less than he. Perhaps it was for this reason that he made the townsfolk uneasy. Perhaps their doubts were groundless, just as much as Hurder was grounded and every bit the salt of the earth as the next man, if not ten times more so. But doubt is nothing if not persistent.

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- From The Heartless Troll by Patrick Reinhart; a teaser for this most unfinished of fairy tales.

A quick sketch I did a couple months back for the Heartless...

A quick sketch I did a couple months back for the Heartless Troll. I haven’t had much chance to work on the story, but I may post a snippet of it later…

My designs for this year’s Strides For Stars Walk-a-thon...

My designs for this year’s Strides For Stars Walk-a-thon to benefit the Denver Waldorf School. It was great to see a couple hundred people wearing the t-shirts today!

That foot is the cleanest bit of vector art I have ever done. I am proud of that foot.

The official launch of HUGO! The full wordless picture book, as...

The official launch of HUGO! The full wordless picture book, as it stands, is now available in its entirety. All forty-odd pages of it! I may put up more unfinished sketches that I have lying around, but I might have to put them in a separate “extras” page or something… rather than fitting them in sequentially/retroactively.

Check it out.

Some froggy character sketches… each will get the same...

Some froggy character sketches… each will get the same basic animation treatment as in the previous post.