Nuclear Hellscapes and Travel Posters

Holidays crashed over me and the New Year started pretty rough.

A mix up at the pharmacy has left me with a bit of a brain chemistry issue I’m still dealing with. (For the record; double check labels and spelling on any medications you take.) It’s been a fun month or two.

But despite the weird mood swings, head aches and drowsiness I have actually gotten something done.

It might be somewhat obvious on here but I’m a bit of a history nerd.  I also love and collect vintage posters and post cards (well reprints anyway.)  A few years back during a cross country road trip I got introduced to the National Park posters from the Depression era Works Project Administration and fell in love with them.

The Works Project Administration was a program that was part of the New Deal to stimulate the economy and get unemployed folks working. In an attempt to get out of work artists producing and as a way to get art to the lower classes they started commissioning posters for various events and projects. Public Service posters, Health Reminders, local events, and in this case advertising the National Parks. For more information and examples the Library of Congress has more information and over 900 examples of said posters.

Me being a graphic design nerd and a bit of a gamer, I tried this style out for a location in Fallout New Vegas – because making travel posters for imaginary, inhospitable locales amuses me. I had a lot of fun making that poster and it surprisingly was a great eye catcher at my last convention so I decided to try to give it a revisit when I had the chance.

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Wish Ya Never Met Her at All

152 The Best from Manhunt Perma Books058
Book cover art by Ernest Chiriaka – got a collection of paperback novel covers lately it’s the gift that keeps on giving.

I’m not sure if it’s my recent binge watching of Twin Peaks, or the stars aligning or if the stress of recent events has just gotten to me but I’m in the mood for some damn fine coffee, donuts, intrigue and murder.

Apparently no one who knows me very well is surprised by this.

My media diet in my formative years involved a lot of Alfred Hitchcock presents and  probably too many viewings and sing-alongs to the soundtrack of Chicago. So in my mind’s eye, murder usually involves a bit less gruesome corpses and murder basements and more slinky dresses and ladies done with your shit.Maybe there’s some wish fulfillment involved, I am not ashamed.

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