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- The fifth of my alternate frogs, the Southwestern Chameleon Toad. This 24 x 36 acrylic painting sat around for quite awhile 'cos I had no way to scan it, but ha! Digital camera to the rescue. His snout's a little long, but for a still-life with chameleon frog and peppers, I was pretty pleased.
- Who am I to resist a theme? I have no idea what a REAL chupacabra would look like (assuming they even existed) but it's a safe bet that it's fangier and nastier than Chu.
- Noodling around with acrylic, trying to get the concrete effect with real media. And when you have a texture, and no idea what do with it--well, obviously there's nothin' for it but a chameleon frog.
- Doodling more stylized little animals, I tripped over the spotted cuscus, an obscure marsupial with big eyes, a humpy kind of back, and curled tail. Somewhere in the back of my brain, I thought of chameleons, who also have big eyes, humpy backs and curled tails, and decided that these two really had to get together for a painting.
- What, you never saw a penguin with a cuttlefish hat before?
- This showed up while I was doodling...I don't know what it is, but I don't trust it. I bet it has a whole LOT of teeth behind that weird little smile.
- Slime Fever strikes again! 11 x 14, media not so much mixed as jumbled. If I had a shell, I'd cover it in bumper stickers...
- A quick little rendering of Digger and her mail. I've gotten so much positive feedback on "Digger" (even after I told everyone not to get attached!) that I wanted to do SOMETHING. Thanks, all. *sniffle*
- Been reading Jeff Smith's "Bone" comics lately, which are very engaging, and nicely done in B&W, and led me to think, "Huh, wonder if my scribbly digital technique would work for a comic? It'd be a lot faster..." and thus a few minutes later, out came Digger the wombat, about whom I know absolutely nothing, except that I obviously like chunky little heroines. (I don't need another project, I don't need another project...)
- Random drawing of my eponymous webcomic heroine, Digger the wombat. (Whose adventures can be read at www.graphicsmash.com just to shamelessly plug...)
- The Ascent of Dodo. I was unable to resist the bug-eyed dodo-fish's sketchy charms. (Note, O literalists in the audience, this is not meant as a factual representation of the stages of dodo evolution.)
- I have been wanting to paint a dodo-griffin for weeks now. He's obviously very polite, though--he's not even complaining about having to use the mouse-sized teacups.
- At last, the hooded donkey had arrived, his goldfish at the ready. Nothing could stand in his way now! (Acrylic on clayboard, 11 x 14. Fun with rocks!)
- In later years, he was never able to explain how it happened. It had all seemed terribly logical at the time, one thing leading to another in series, and after Cairo, it was simply inevitable that he'd be scaling a cliff with a pear, a voodoo doll, and of course, the goldfish. (Always the goldfish. The goldfish was the crux of the matter, after all, even if he hadn't known it at the time.) But when he tried to explain this to other people, it began to sound increasingly crazy, until finally he gave up completely.
- This is what a friend of mine calls a "sacrifice to the Muse." Most of the time she lets me paint whatever banal illustration for money or weird little comics for fun that I want. Occasionally, however, she drops an image directly into my brain, and I will drop everything and paint it, because even if it's a weird freaky thing involving a wasp-creature and really disturbing grapes, to NOT paint it would mean that it would set up residence in my brain, poking all the grey matter and chewing on my ear, and nobody wants that.
- The Fairy Godmouse, who visits downtrodden mice in the night, magically changing the lucky rodent into the prettiest carrier of hantavirus at the ball, and leaving gifts in the silverware drawer for the rest of us. (My house has deer mice. They're a nuisance. A wretchedly, painfully, adorable nusiance.)
- I'm going to the Midwest Furfest this year to sell prints. Never having been to a furry convention before, and having heard many strange horror stories, I'm a little nervous. I'm sure that most of the people will be wonderful, pleasant individuals, but I can't shake the fear that sooner or later, I'll be cornered by someone like this guy.
- I'm not sure of much in life, and I think I get less sure all the time. However, I am still dead certain that if crows could use matches, we'd all be in a world of hurt.
- More real media! This time a kit-fox wearing an approximation of the dance gear worn by Letaiyo the fox kachina. I feel obligated to say for the record that these are tributes to the kachina dances, which I think are nifty, and should not be taken as an accurate portrayal of the kachina religion. I don't speak the language and wouldn't presume to understand the complexities--I just greatly admire the aesthetics.
- Computer errors today drove me to watercolor, and attempting to replicate the style of the digital sabertoothed frog with pen and watercolor. While the computer's now fixed, I still think it's dang cute.
- It's another frogbird, this time a plover. Acrylic, 18 x 18, for Trinoc Con upcoming. As for the big question--how did those big eggs come outta that teeny froggy rear--your guess is as good as mine.
- Following a short-lived fad for pet dragons, and the inevitable injuries and attendant property damage, dragon breeders set out to create a docile domestic lap-dragon. Unfortunately, reckless inbreeding for the desireable traits of placid temper and a diet other than raw meat resulted in obese, sedentary dragons, while failing to deliver the dragon-breeder's Holy Grail of a dwarf lap-dragon. In the end, the dream of lap-dragons was abandoned, and dragons found a new niche as garbage disposals, eating virtually every form of organic trash and converting it to high grade fertilizer.
- Heh. Leroy the antisocial tadpole and his sock puppet--again. This was an X-mas present for my husband's boss, who runs a company called "Gaucho Games" and liked the original Leroy, so voila! Gaucho Leroy! He liked it sufficiently that this image actually appears as skatepark grafitti in the current game they're working on--god knows what the players will think.
- Some days you want to make deathless, meaningful, socially conscious art for the ages. And somedays, you just want to draw happy gay anteaters in boxer shorts frolicking in the grass. (The worst thing about this was several hours of my husband randomly singing "Two little gay anteaters arrrre we....!" The. Horror.)
- Piece for a folio, where I'm collaborating with the talented Cara Mitten...he's a glyptodon. Went well right up until my husband said "Hey, he looks like one of those things from the Dark Crystal," which left me gibbering and shrieking, but what can you do? That's what a glyptondon looks like, after all...
- This fuzzy fellow is a Schiuan takin, an Asiatic beast somewhere between a muskox and a mountain goat. The legendary "golden fleece" may be from one. It's acrylic, 18 x 24, and was intended as a follow up to the camel painting, but I find I'm less pleased with it--part of it, of course, lies with my rendering skills, but I think part of it is with the subject--camels have almost sculptural fur, what with the dreads and matts and all, as opposed to the smoother fleece of the takin. But hey! Live and learn.
- An acrylic portrait of a kirin, 18 x 24, as CopperCon looms on the horizon and Ursula attempts to hammer out originals in that ancient tradition of Making A Buck.
- Having read a couple of books lately that for some reason featured the obscure mythical grindylow--as generic water imp, as demonic extra-dimensional mermen, etc--I decided to do my own versions, which came out as kind've anthro-viperfish. And hey, everybody loves viperfish, right? Right?!
- A quick and silly little watercolor of a grumpy little tadpole.
- "Out of the longboat! Take no prisoners! Sack the village! Make fun of Bjorn Squeakersson's exercise wheel, will they? PILLLLLAAAAAAGE!"