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- Page 4 of "Conspiracy of Mammals." (Squeak's actual exclamation has been censored for Yerf. It's not his fault. I think I'd say far worse if I'd just walked into a dinosaur's foot.)
- Page 5, in the epic adventure of two small mammals and a brain...
- Page 6 of "Conspiracy of Mammals" as I play with various panel layouts, and Squeak makes known his feelings about Bob's cousin.
- Page 7 of "Conspiracy of Mammals," and positively laden with pathos. (Well, I mean, as pathos laden as it's ever likely to get.)
- Page 8 of "Conspiracy of Mammals." I've been trying to get more daring with panel layouts, and inspired by all the cool layouts in "Sandman" I cooked up this somewhat melodramatic scene.
- What? They spend a whole page in the dark?! Yes, page 9 of "Conspiracy of Mammals" is cheap, I admit. I felt it was neccessary for the dramatic tension, but as an apology, I'll upload page 10 immediately to make up for it.
- <cough> I have absolutely no excuse for this, except that it was late, I was trying to draw a model sheet, and I'd been reading too many VCL threads about big pants.
- While closely related to elephant garlic, mammoth garlic is shaggier and has larger tusks, and makes its home in the open tundra. (Acrylic, 12 x 24, and I swear to god it made sense at the time...)
- This was purely a little exercise with a technique using India ink, watercolor, and colored pencil. I had some photos of ducks I took at the zoo to use, but the notion of plain 'ol ducks was pretty boring to me, so I decided that the drake must be an eeeeevil duck. The kind that wears other bird's skulls around his neck.
- I was trying to draw the next "Conspiracy" strip, and instead, out came this...err...creature. I have no idea what it is or where it came from, but god, it's dumb.
- Still stuck in "cute" mode. I decided to try and cute-ify a more challenging target--in this case, the naked mole rat! I don't know why I keep returning to painting naked mole rats...but really, a hairless burrowing sausage, what's not to love?
- It probably says something about me that when I'm trying to think of a subject to test out a weird scribbly color idea, my brain immediately and without hesitation says "Naked mole rat tango!"
- The anteater says "Moo."
- This started life as a watercolor, but on a whim, I wound up redoing it in the more graphical style that I'd done other frog paintings in. Is the world ready for Holstein frogs? Probably not, no.
- What lies beyond the Morel Gate? Only a fearsomely fez'd lizard and his trained attack slug, Guido, know for sure! (The composition got away from me on this one, resulting in a bit of a muddle, alas, but I still kinda like the fanged slug.)
- I had a hard time getting up this morning.
- A mouse warrior in the weeds by a curb in late afternoon, and god help me, I never wanna see a weed again. Definite hats off to Amara Telgemeier here--I'd done complex lighting, and complicated scenes, and realism with heavy outlines, but for some reason, I never put all three together until I saw her magnificent work and said, "Hey! Damn! Great notion!" and a week of cramped wrists later, here we are.
- One of nature's great optimists, the armored nallwug lives in the perennial hope that today is the day someone will throw it a surprise party.
- There was this running joke for awhile, while I was doing a lot of barbarian-bimbo art, that the Nat'l Organization of Women was gonna put a hit on me for having betrayed my feminist ideals. Speculation on the nature of the N.O.W. assassins, and a great couple I worked with, who were a lot like these two, (sans furry) gave rise to that intrepid commando couple, Katya & Earthmother.
- An odd little watercolor/acrylic donkey in robes. (I woke up to discover I'd scrawled the sketch for this in the night, and something about the covered eyes appealed to me.)
- So I wanted to do something in the Big Pants style that I enjoyed on the kirin, I wanted to paint an okapi, and I wanted a shrunken head. (Don't we all?) Halfway through, I realized that the joy of an okapi is in the leg markings, so I couldn't use the big pants after all, but I liked the composition as it was, so I gave 'im Mondo Calves. The result has a definite Chris Goodwin flavor--equines with big legs, it's a natural--and I was pretty pleased with how it came out.
- "The Organ-Grinder's Slug." Did this one in a quick pre-con frenzy, and as usually happens, people liked it a lot more than the ones I slave over...*sob*
- Another of my little hooded critters of assorted species! This guy's a packrat, of obvious Christiansen influence. Acrylic, 14 x 18, on clayboard. I'm so glad I don't have to carry all MY stuff on my back...
- More of this digital-woodcut-thingy style I've been playing with, colored this time. Bamboo, bamboo, and more bamboo. And pandas, of course.
- It's a pangolin. In a hammock. With masked lovebirds. And that's about all I know, really. Mixed media on watercolor paper attached to board, 18 x 24.
- The pangolin was in no danger of falling off--he'd anchored the rope with a silver spoon, which is one of the seven orthodox ways of roping a star, and the only one that doesn't require radioactive elements or a live banana slug--but the star's occasional random twitches were starting to make him a little queasy.
- The world needs more plesiosaurs in party hats.
- "Penguin of Arabia." Like many people before and after, the penguin had joined the foreign legion to get as far from home as possible, only to discover that he was much happier in the Arabian desert than he ever had been on the ice floes back home.
- A quick and silly portrait of the stately pied anteater. (Like the Pied Piper. Only he mostly works with ants.)
- I'm not sure of much, but I AM sure that if pigs could fly, they'd probably be a serious nuisance. Another quick Anthrocon piece, 8 x 10.