Inktober 2014, DONE

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I started with Hugo Strange and the Scarecrow before camping out in Doctor Fate territory, but didn't stay there *quite* forever. My initial idea was to do creepier golden age villains, but it became characters that have some sort of horror/occult aspect. (And now I'm done! Ended with two heroes, but there's tons of obscure and not so obscure bad guys along the way. Also, I should note: lots of these are cover versions of actual golden age art, others not. Sue me :)
All inked with Pentel Pocket Brush (with a few deviations) in a Moleskine 3.5 x 5.5" notebook.

I'll eventually post them all over here, cleaned up a bit: http://sandyjarrell.tumblr.com/post/99404768529/inktober-week-1-hugo-strange-the-scarecrow











                               
               





























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