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- A quick little piece for MFF, featuring that dreaded moment that the hamsters later referred to only as "The Toast Incident," and refused to discuss in detail.
- Some quick character sketches for the Happy Little Capybara and his as-yet-unnamed stuffed sloth (who obviously knows Digger's tailor.) Sloth name contenders so far include Stanley, Mr. Sleepy, Slothy, Oliver, and Mr. Wigglesworth.
- The cuteness, it ate my brain today. I blame the hedgehog.
- When the sludge hippocampus evolved from the more generic river hippocampus, in order to take advantage of the sprawling habitat offered by the sewers of large cities, it found a niche rich in food and hiding places, where it could grow to unprecedented size. Unfortunately, the goldfish had gotten there first.
- I did a painting a few years back of a gryphon, and made some off the cuff remark in the artist's statement about how some of these hybrids made of a dozen different Charismatic Mammal parts made me think Igor had gone to the zoo with a bonesaw and superglue. A number of people suggested I illustrate that scene, so, as a follow up to the garbage dragon--"How Gryphons Are Made."
- This was primarily just a quick study of trees in watercolor, but I was fundamentally unable to avoid putting a small animal in a hat in it. I may have a problem.
- Hyacinth macawfrogs! Acrylic, 16 x 20 on this nifty canva-paper stuff. I think the part I like the best is the light-scattering bits on the foliage.
- I am a meme sheep! (This is as far as I go, though--my interest in actually owning an iPod is so miniscule as to require scientific notation to express.)
- Scholars are divided on how, exactly, the eight-foot-plus inchwyrm evolved such a peculiar method of locomotion, and what advantage, if any, it confers. While as ravenous as any dragon, the inchwyrm's shuffling gait can only achieve top speeds of about three miles an hour, and produces a distinctive "Thud-shuffleshuffle-THUD! Thud-shuffleshuffle-THUD!" noise that any prey can hear a mile off. The inchwyrm therefore must lie in wait for its prey at watering holes and game trails, and often supplements its diet by scavenging from more mobile carnivores.
- Every now and then, the art will get away from my control. Sometimes it's a good thing. Sometimes it's a giant drooling hairy thing. Y'know how it is.
- This was a follow-up to "Puss-In-Boots Retires"--I really liked the textures, so I set out to do something similiar, only on purpose. Unfortunately, I shot myself in the foot by working too large--all the great grainy grittiness I was getting on the original (which was 4800 x 6000) is turned smooth in this much smaller jpg. Darn. Well, that's why they're learning experiences. The scene was inspired by a Chinese poem by Shih Ching, but space is probably too limited to explain.
- A companion piece to "Cuttlefish Hat." I firmly believe that there is no beast in nature quite so beautiful as the walrus. (I mean, the hide! The hide!)
- I realized t'other day that I've never drawn anything in the "big pants" style. So I cooked up this kirin eating ramen, inspired by all those big pants artists out there, and damnit, it was guilty fun. Even if I realized too late that her coloration reminds me irresistably of Mystique, from the X-men. D'oh!
- This started as another b&w Painter doodle, but once I'd finished, I decided to add color. Now the little part of my brain that says "I think I liked it better in black and white..." is yammering and jumping up and down, but I'll get those wayward neurons yet. All I need is a sharpened crazy straw and a can opener...
- Other tadpoles thought Leroy was weird.
- ...And I woke in the night, for no apparent reason, and thought, "Dude, that'd be a way different story if Little Red Riding Hood was a wolverine!" (Sadly, this is not an unusual event for me.)
- The pink lizards! The Quinacridone Caves! They're invading my braaaain! Aeeeiii! (Ahem.) Right, well, another pink lizard.
- Snuggly lizards...Still in love with this particular color scheme. There was a warning label on the quinacridone magenta about formaldehyde phenol, so if I start to mutate from the stuff under my nails, you'll know why...
- The Loch Ness Monster is not a dinosaur. That would be silly. Dinosaurs are extinct. Obviously it's a dodo.
- This one's for Lyosha, who is of course a terribly patient soul, and hardly ever beats an idiot to death with a salmon while screaming "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?", no matter how much she may secretly wish to.
- A quick frogbird painting, to take a break from comic work for a day or two and prevent burn out. The tropical blue-and-green macaw frog, in acrylic. I love these slimy little guys.
- 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.
- The first page of my rather silly little off-the-cuff comic "Conspiracy of Mammals." While there IS an...err...brain being liberated, it's all very tame in terms of gore, since I'm a wuss myself, so hopefully it won't cross any Yerf lines there. (It's a cute little pinkish brain. Really.) Right. I know nothing at all of comics, and this is completely a lark for me, so I'm probably making lots of obvious beginner errors. Any input about things like layout and timing and panels and so forth is greatly appreciated.
- Page 10 of "Conspiracy of Mammals." (Now, wasn't that worth lame 'ol page 9?) Nerdish Note: That's a Koolasuchus, a carnivorous crocodile-sized salamander. Originally thought to be extinct long before Bob and Squeak's day, but recent fossils place a few survivors in the Cretaceous, making it an unlikely but possible encounter.
- Page 11 of "Conspiracy of Mammals." Go, mammals, go!
- Page 12 of Conspiracy of Mammals, in which we get an inkling of both Bob's secret weapon and the personality of his mother.
- Page 13 of "Conspiracy of Mammals" in which Bob's not-terribly-secret weapon is unleashed upon an unsuspecting amphibian.
- Page 14 of "Conspiracy of Mammals" as I play around with a transitional page. Could this be leading up to Bob & Squeak's triumphant return to the tree? Tune in next week (or whenever) to find out!
- Page two of "Conspiracy of Mammals." It's a very cerebral adventure. (Okay, that was really bad...)
- Page three! Will Bob and Squeak get the brain home in time for the mammalian scientists to study it and overthrow their scaly oppressors? Tune in...err...later to find out. A few days, say. Next week might be good. Critique, as always, welcome, since I barely know what I'm doing.