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.

hella long image

I totally warned you. Scene 2 storyboard for our short film, "Clowns" (working title). The dude drinking is called "Mr. Blunt" and the lady is called "Edge." Together they will kill some bastard named "Eddie."





. . . I drew a secret clown into one of the frames. Can you find it?

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.

Risen, with color

The doodle of Risen, colored! I was going to put a paper tex in there just to be classy but didn't feel like looking for one. I really hate the feet but it's a little late in the game for that. Oh well. I like her coat a lot.

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.