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John Siemer (Spaceroo) —2/4 >
A rather meaningless picture drawn on a rather meaningless day.
The Marsupian Space Fleet's prime directive has nothing to say about merely arguing with the natives of primitive planets. Wouldn't be any fun to visit them otherwise. Astro Wallaby © and whatnot me.
Yes, I know she looks like she should be standing in the middle of a fountain... I sorta like her anyway. =o)
Alan Shepard was one of the people I remember as being one of my 'heroes' when I was an ever-so-tiny kid. You have to like a guy who takes a golf club to the moon... shouldn't take anything too seriously. The world'll miss him.
One of many practice scribbles I've been turning out lately. Sigh.
Wally B. Astro in one of the sort of situations he finds himself in. Kerpow and whatnot. Astro © me, if anyone's keeping track. =o)
Young Spaceroos are something I need to work on... but hey, I gotta upload something. [Why? Because the archive is THERE. Good enough reason, I suppose.]
"Your 'reality' sir, is nothing but lies and balderdash, and I'm delighted to say that I have no grasp of it, whatsoever!"
How high do you suppose the hoops would be in this league?
A portrait of the artist, as he weighs whether counting and cataloging the fibers of the bedroom carpet might not be a better way to spend one's time then trying to draw pictures. We all have days like this, right?
A very quick, very tiny doodle of Bigears in his bunny-jammies. If he forgives me for this lousy one, perhaps I'll upload a better one. =o)
Bigears the Fennec, again. =o) [Experimented with a homemade blending stump on this one.]
When Astro found out the baddies had acid for blood, he decided to fill'em fulla lead and sell'em as car batteries. A Warrior of Virtue he ain't. =o) [I need to think up a plot for a new strip sometime. And thanks to the Bigfella for the keen pics. [Not only is he good, he's productive! =o)]]
Another quickey of Captain Astro, Spaceroo's darker twin. He's a lot of fun to draw. "EAT ATOMIC DEATH, ALIEN SLIME!!!" Just kidding, he he.
A couple of dancing Spaceroos. Computer colored... not too bad considering what I had to work with. =o\ =o)
O.K... this one's hard to explain. It started out as a comment about some furs that get the WRONG idea about you if you try to be friendly, and went downhill from there. =o) [My apologies to R.S., of course.]
Not quite to model, but in the ball park, at least. =o\ A long overdue thanks to B.J. Johnson for, well... sharing his absolute spiffyness with the world. =o) ['Capellan's © him, of course]
Fuu and Ikyoto go a little... funny in the heads, working at the concession stand flinging cheese, and start, well... flinging cheese! Anyway... =o)
Ikyoto the loveable huggable keen and spiffy utterly unyiffy lemur, dancing in her woad. Credit where credit is due... the woad thing was her idea. =o)
A little something I drew in someone's sketchbook... not at AAC, though. =oP This took 3 times as long as any I did there. Sad, really. =o\
I didn't think this was that good, but then I was surprised to discover it was dated 11/24/94. Now that I know it's that old, I think it's swell.
Kinda had the Nutcracker Suite on the brain when I drew this. =o)
Sometimes you draw what you know. Sometimes you don't, because what you /know/ is far too depressing. Sigh.
Dellway the HuggyStoat. A bit flat of a depiction, but it was 3 a.m. =o\
Fooling around with colored pencils and posterboard. It's... colorful, I suppose. All characters © their creators. [guess who they are! =oP]
My drawing in sketchbooks at AAC. Eeeesh. Discovered that drawing under pressure is for me a no-no. =oP Ah, well. T'was fun to be there. =o)
The good Dr. Lysozyme about to send a patient off to dreamland. =o) [I'm not sure if this is quite what Juan Crespo wanted... no matter. Lyso's fun to draw. =o)]
A colored penciled get-well card that I ran through the old, evil, scanner of mine before giving away. Yes, the joke is in poor taste. =o)
Somebody asked me to try doing an equine morph, a donkey in particular. Here's an early attempt at one, with my typically oddball anatomical interpretations.
It's natural to wonder what your entry in the book of life looks like, I imagine. *sigh* Oh, well.
John Siemer (Spaceroo) —2/4 >