Yes I still am alive...sorta. Just been on the road quite a bit lately. Ah the life of a university student transient. Bliss. I like sharpeis...sharpeii?.... they're such lovable little doggies. Pencil on sketch paper.
I suppose I have a soft spot in my heart for lunatic vampire hunting catholic priests, so I just had to draw Alexander Anderson. Here he is as some sort of crazed jackal getting off to an early start looking for the undead. 8"x11" colored pencil and a little marker.
I have always been a little afraid of painting feathers. There's so many. And they're scary. And then I took all these photos of preening macaws at the zoo, and something about their glazed expressions and ruffled feathers appealed to me greatly, and now, many evenings later, the feather no longer holds much terror. Also, I can't feel my wrists.