The Pulp Painting Club

[Mason]

Anyway, Old Tom displays the perils of being a lighthouse keeper on his hat and jacket. 

Pidgeon poo!
 

[thebinmann]

Pidgeon poo!
 

YOU ARE A MAN OBSESSED!

[Wolf Girl]

PPC #58 "Black-Eyed Tom"




This street thug has taken quite a few beatings.

[Prof. Dinglebat. Phd.]

PPC No. 57 'Old Tom'

He had seen the thing from the top of the lighthouse. It hadn’t moved at first and he had thought it nothing more than a dead porpoise or some such poor creature, washed ashore as the tide retreated from the stony beach. Except it did not look like a porpoise, or quite like any other thing he recognised. Despite its strange appearance, or perhaps more accurately, because of its strange appearance, Old Tom Crabbie found himself walking along the thin sliver of pebbles that split the sea from the cliffs and would do so for at least another few hours. An aged but well loved lamp was firmly held out in front of him, clutched in a weathered hand hardened by decades of salt water and hard work. The light of the lamp bit into the deepening shadows as the last wisps of sunlight pulled themselves over the cliffs above. Old Tom stopped where he was certain he had seen the thing no more than twenty minutes before.

And?,...and? Co'mon don't leave us all in suspense. 

[purbrookmodels]

Is it too late to join? I have a mountain of pulpy type figures to paint and this would give me an incentive!

[Amalric]

Is it too late to join? I have a mountain of pulpy type figures to paint and this would give me an incentive!

Too late?
It looks like as of now there are 42 spots left open.
I look forward to your entry as all of these are so much fun to view and are so very inspirational.

[Argonor]

Inspirational stuff! 

[Captain Blood]

Ditto on that hand print!

And me. Love it 

[Prof. Dinglebat. Phd.]

Village Papasan Chen Che Chop Chop, runs past the sacred Holy Gong Of Heavenly Love, in front of the Temple Of The Eight Buddhas Of Earthly Peace, on his way to chop up his latest rival.

PPC#59

[Hammers]

The man in Cairo.


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Come one, number and title or I'll have you spanked with the paddle of Ith before the alter of PPC!

[Hammers]

Hahaha, superb!  Love the hand print.

Superb and classic Danish Naughty. I just may have felt a tingle in my loins there. Or perhaps it was a tic.

[Elk101]

 

Pidgeon poo!
 

I don't have the heart to tell him it's seagull poo! I suppose seagulls are the pigeons of the sea.

[Elk101]

And?,...and? Co'mon don't leave us all in suspense.  

Old Tom's face rumpled, thick grey eyebrows brushing together as he questioned whether he had stopped short of where he had intended? As he turned to walk just a little further, the light of his lamp picked up a smear on a large flat rock that caught his eye. A viscous pool of greenish liquid still slowly trickled across the rock. As he bent down to take a closer look his nose caught the vapours of a poisonous odour; a moment later he rolled his tongue over his craggy lips as it was assailed by the metallic sting of the smell. There were more green stains on the pebbles, but these were splashes, spotting the pebbles and rocks. The thing had been here and it had left, seemingly of its own accord.

Old Tom Crabbie might be a character in my Victorian setting when I get my Requiem figures or in my WWII Pulp setting. I'm quite interested in taking the Strange Aeons direction though!

[Blackwolf]

60 LeBrock

Had a bit of an varnish disaster...

 

[d phipps]

PPC #61 - The Queen of the Dead