Characters and Such
Lucky Lime Sketch
Lucky Lime Color
Bank of Elites Sketch
I'm the type of artist that never plans to write a story, nor do I sit around daydreaming about what to do next. Rather, I opt for a simpler style I call spontaneous creativity. How the idea for treasures of the magical mine moppets came about is that I had just learned a dark secret about my past. The secret was shameful, passed down several generations from my great grandfather, whose name was never mentioned. A name my grandfather, father, nor I ever carried. I often wondered why. As a male, how could you be a grandson to someone when you don't share a common last name? Four years ago a simple revelation was discovered. I learned my great-grandfather Thomas Blocker had vanished to search for gold and was not seen again for several months. I can understand why my grandfather would have been justified to carry that kind of anger. Except details are left out.
I learned that my great-grandfather would've been called a salesman today, but back in the 1880's he was called a peddler. He wanted to do something different than the status quo of farming. At that time, he was adventurous, but nevertheless his name was forbidden. Never a breath was wasted on a man named Blocker. Hate and hurt festered like a disease. When my great-grandfather tried to reconcile the relationship with my grandfather after he was grown and had kids of his own my grandfather wanted nothing to do with him. He passed that hatred down to his kids and so on so forth until me. I learned that I shared an entrepreneurial kinship with my great-grandfather. I now know why my father looked down on me as a child. After learning the truth my imagination called fire to retail, a story that paralleled hatred and tragedy between two men over 100 years ago. That carried on to even my generation.
After several years of research I've become fascinated with mines, I wanted a mine much different than the usual dreamers searching for gold, diamonds, silver, one in which fantasy meets reality. Beyond this door in this particular mine is a sight never before witnessed by those above the surface. I started to think of my great grandmother's name that just so happened to be Iris, and the founder of Iridium named it for the Greek god Iris. Personification of the rainbow, because of the striking and diverse colors of its salts; I knew it was a perfect marriage. Pappy owns a mine that near its bottom is unknown by man. He stumbles upon a door, that once opened, changed his values and life forever. A mountain full of wonder, powered by iridium. A tree of inspiration, named Spark, where the Moppets come for food 3 times a day A host of living, breathing species, are ready to entertain you. A king, queen and their princess made out of quilt patch material will warm your hearts. The beauty of the rainbow generated by the power of the mines salts let me create a place of hope and enchantment. It reminds us all that even though hatred is a destructive force, the colors in the rainbow salt not only can soothe a worried traveler but can pierce the darkest of hearts. Thus, paving the road to a brighter tomorrow and replacing a bitter yesterday. So join me as we enter Moppetland, through the pages of the treasures of the magical mine Moppets.