Welcome to Ian Miller's journal. Mutterings from the Dark Cupboard, excerpts from The Broken Diary.
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  • The Broken Diary: Fragments of Something Real

    Book Review Author: Ian Miller Publisher: Incunabula Format: Paperback, 429 pages With his prolific career dating back to the 1960’s, uniquely unorthodox and joyfully unconventional, renowned artist Ian Miller is one the world’s most well-respected fantasy, science fiction and horror illustrators.

  • A Life of Fantasy | Ian Miller in Conversation

    Ian Miller is one of the greatest fantasy artists in the world and throughout his career his unique style has brought countless dark and surreal worlds to life. As an artist for Games Workshop he worked closely with Bryan Ansell and John Blanche to produce some of early Warhammer’s most unique and iconic imagery. In…

  • Ulthar


    Over the course of their first two albums, Cosmovore and Providence, ULTHAR carved out a unique niche on the spectrum of underground metal, forging a grotesquely elegant hybrid of technical death metal alchemy and black metal’s stinging blizzard winds, all with the acerbic color of the absurdist’s brush. Nearly three years on from Providence, a…

  • London Bound

    London Bound

    Dec 17th 11:30 London bound. I’m delivering a piece of artwork to Little, Brown then picking up some originals from Sotheby’s, unsold lots. I don’t think I’ll do this number again, but then, I probably won’t be asked. Profit rules.

  • At the Southern end of the Bay

    At the Southern end of the Bay

    At the Southern end of the Bay, a large rust pocked pipe, emerged from the cliff face and described an uncertain line down the inclined beach towards the sea, sagging where subsidence had shifted and weakened the concrete piles that once supported it. The heavy grill which once screened its open mouth, had long since…

  • When storms filled the bay

    When storms filled the bay

    When storms filled the bay, and the winds worried at the fabric of the old boat house, so much so, that it seemed it might rip and fly away, that very instant, and the sea driven hard on shore, seethed and picked, spume tipped, at the flaking supports of the pig iron pier; he would…

  • My Birthday

    My Birthday

    11th Nov. 11:29 My Birthday. Depressed, so much so, that not even lemon cake can lift the veil. Terrible nightmare last night. I watched my mother die on the opposite bank of a wide river. Woke with a start, my heart racing.



    Osmosis: the process of gradual or unconscious assimilation of ideas. Meld: a thing formed by melding; a combination.

  • The-Shingle-Dance-Cover-Max-Helter

    Max Helter

    His name was: MAX HELTER He had legs of tin (well greased against the brine.) and lived in a derelict Boat House, at the northern end of a small isolated Bay. The Boat House had once served as a Life Boat Station.

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    Thursday Oct 8th 1998

    Thursday Oct 8th 1998: Coffee. Grey skies. Feeling wonderful. Stomach bubbling. I’m not depressed.