21.7.09
19.7.09
what on earth is that ungodly thing
BEHOLD
6 years ago, dug up from the darkest recesses of under the stairs.
Believe it or not, there is an even older image of these characters, hiding somewhere. (I kind of want to find it.) This was a "progress drawing" of an older drawing before hand and since I found it today, I drew another.
The lady's name is Jsanque, and the bird is named Flann. (Not a pastry.) Jsanque was some sort of Alexander the Great type, and her husband is a shapeshifter type who vastly prefers his bird form. Note that I could not draw men at 14.
6 years ago, dug up from the darkest recesses of under the stairs.
Believe it or not, there is an even older image of these characters, hiding somewhere. (I kind of want to find it.) This was a "progress drawing" of an older drawing before hand and since I found it today, I drew another.
The lady's name is Jsanque, and the bird is named Flann. (Not a pastry.) Jsanque was some sort of Alexander the Great type, and her husband is a shapeshifter type who vastly prefers his bird form. Note that I could not draw men at 14.
15.7.09
hella long image
14.7.09
i smell like chicken
Mama sometimes likes to pretend that she has time for homemaking and so she made a chicken last night for the dinner instead of buying one from Fred Meyer.
Today she let the glass dish soak on the counter and I forgot about it.
I was reaching over to see if we had any rolled oats so I could make a pastry that I have a particular craving for (yes I am guilty of this homemaking thing too except my delusion is that I'm good at it) and my hair decides to take a stroll in the chicken water.
I smell like chicken now.
Incidentally here is my friend Jenny.
Today she let the glass dish soak on the counter and I forgot about it.
I was reaching over to see if we had any rolled oats so I could make a pastry that I have a particular craving for (yes I am guilty of this homemaking thing too except my delusion is that I'm good at it) and my hair decides to take a stroll in the chicken water.
I smell like chicken now.
Incidentally here is my friend Jenny.
11.7.09
Risen, with color
9.7.09
awmg
Not much going on! Plus I can never seem to dedicate any time to scanning or anything.
Exalted is going along fine! My necrosurgeon has her finalized design at last. The one problem is that her imagination is much better than mine and I don't always have a plan for every dead body I meet. Anyway, here is a drawing:
She even has a little backstory, I think. So far, I think that she used to be a kindly nurse/nun thing that worked in an orphan hospital until her pseudodeath, at the hands of an older charge (say fourteen or fifteen), who managed to push her down a well. Clearly there is a little more, especially regarding the transition from sweet caregiver to merciless Deathknight and necrotechnician.
Also, a little paint doodle of Sweetheart.
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