Hungry Clown

I love Halloween, unfortunately I find there is very little creepy or interesting to do in Montreal during my favorite non-holiday.  I grew up on Eerie Publications horror comics like Voodoo Tales and Tales of the Vampire... over the top gore rags that had a penchant for eyeballs hanging out of eye sockets by their optic nerves.  I remember eliciting and off look from my mother when I replicated a panel that featured a witch called "Old Bess" (it could have been Old Beth).  Her eyeball was hanging out, she had maybe three teeth in head, snot dribbling from her nose.  I remember showing my drawing to my mum, who responded with an odd look.  Years later during a parent and teacher interview with my art teacher, he would pull a gallows sculpture I did out of a closet, show it to my mother and inform her, "...I think your son needs help, look what he made!".  My mother was nonplussed  and responded "...that's Grant". One of the main reasons I never pursued an academic career was bad teachers discouraging my artistic expression.

In honor of All Hallow's Eve, a quick sketch I did on my iPad with Procreate.