the coast was sad and cloudy

More work on sword dude. I've been reading way too much again, so this is not (sadly) evil Jesus, but Eddard Stark of Winterfell of this goddamn book series wtf am I doin omg. Anyway, he is my fave, and that just sucks for me. ;_; Lawful good done right, although still unfortunately pretty stupid.

And some chicks:

mrow

One day, when I was a kid, I found a litter of kittens in my backyard. One of them really stood out as an ideal cat: friendly, with a sweet disposition, never bit or did anything bad, a little sleepy, everyone's favorite.

Sometimes I wonder what my life would have been like if I had kept that cat.



^the demon I erroneously ended up choosing. whoops.

omg

human and cat



It's the only decent thing i've started in weeeeeeeeks. Also, the person seems to read as a boy! I think that's so funny.

well um

Last night I had this incredible boob moment



I can't even find the words.

even more unfinished

Projects just eats all my time, but here is what I scavenged among the crumbs under the table.

more unfinished

Listen, you do what you have to to keep happy.

finesse it!

Worked on this for a few hours



Then took a break and did this



I love this design for reasons that confound me but at the same time i know exactly why it wasn't chosen. Anyway my sister got some pastels, sooooooooooooooo cooooooooool, she let me use them.

things i regret afterward

I do these things, I don't know why. I weep of exhaustion and agony and yet I never learn my lesson.









Photoshop was being such a douche, it crashed like five or six times. I would email IT but I have a feeling they would just take the computer. ;_;

evil that is cute

Doodling in class is good for the nothing.

But I love it the so.

some stuff

You might remember this one


Here's how that's coming along



And a new one--oh shit how my hand hurts so very much owowowowow

like a car crash

you look because the wreckage is so fascinating

from the very bottom of the barrel

Five minute color sketch of my dad :)

I was in Virginia and Montana and felt totally like there was nothing decent to put up. I guess that is unfortunately always the case for me.

There are two projects I want to start on; junior project and my jewelry box.

I got a box for Christmas, a big behemoth wall-hanging monster of a jewelry box and this works out for me because I have a shit ton of jewelry. A shit ton, no exaggeration. But it's just standard black. I thought it needed some help, so I've been decoupaging book pages onto it (Yuki mentioned decoupage at some point in the last year and explained how to do it--good god, I even remembered for this project!) There's a front piece ostensibly for photographs of family/friends/pets/celebrity idols but I suppose I'll come up with some art and make it into a sequential piece.

The junior project I've had a lot of ideas for. One of them I keep coming back to--kind of like one of the short novelty of film sort of things done in 1910~. This may just be a result of reading too much 1880-1916 social drama, which has been the bulk of my reading lately. I swear I'll finish the Wheel of Time. Someday.



Sketches done at the airports in Chicago and DC. The guy on the upper right was an O'Hare employee and basically stood in the exact same position with his glasses on his forehead for an hour, answering all the silly questions of every customer he came across.



These are designs for a new character. The design on her jacket is perhaps some sort of stylized R (her name is "Ranni"). I really like that purse/fanny pack thing she has going on for whatever reason. I can't decide on her protective eyewear, however.



Portrait of a beloved book character, Ann Bradshaw. I think the book actually says her nose is "snub" but whatever, right?

not really being productive

Just doodling. At some point I'm going to have to start the storyboard . . . fuck!

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.

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.

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.

three hours of my life have GOONNNEEE

I spent an obscene amount of time in a government facility waiting for my turn to be told that I was not in possession of all the necessary information please have a booklet containing the information YOU needed when you WALKED IN but whatever good luck next time. I felt like this dude:


There were all sorts of people who brought their children who were bored the fuck out of their skulls; in order for their little child muscles to escape the atrophy that sets in if any kid under six holds still for more than fifteen minutes, they had to set up loud, obnoxious games of tag in the waiting area while their mothers complained in Spanish.

Needless to say, the younger ladies were not pleased.

The old dude in front of me did not care.


The good news is that afterward I got to go to B & N and there was this badass Arthur Rackham dover book, badass I say, and I noticed that he really likes the ladies with the off-the-shoulder nightie going. Doodled similar in the Starbucks fancy pants restaurant (fuuuuuck spinach and feta pretzel who the fuck is in charge of this brilliance omg and etc.)

Looks like something Peter Pan like.

Then some older stuff: my character for Exalted, Guiding Hand of the Risen Dead. Risen for short. She's a crazed scientist with a serious fascination with the human body.


Aaaaaand some other characters. Let's not talk about it.


There is something really hard to pinpoint about why I think this is a weird drawing but whatever.