Occasionally I look at the leftover odd socks I have from my last creations and feel compelled to put together some new ones. And here they are.
I think I’ll call the rider Vaga, and the steed Bon.
My Evangelist (right) horsing around with MissNK’s Evangelist (left). I redesigned mine, but didn’t dare with the gloriousness that was hers.
Miss EnKy has improved immensely as an artist since we both entered that (FIXED!) Gorillaz contest. She’s working in art school and developing a pretty-exciting-looking comic involving Monsters and cute girls.
And I, I…have learned how to ladder-stitch. Huzzah.
Soko’s “Dandy Cowboys” made me draw this.
You’re the Man
I’m the Girl
We look good together!
You with your hat
Me with my boots!
Further in the series of “Things I Drew In A Museum”, I present the badly-hatched skeleton of a Gomphothere, which was the freakiest kind of Elephant there could be; and a colour sketch of a fuzzy Mongolian hat made out of a rabbit’s face. And ears. Only marginally less freaky.
AHA! Caught you unawares, Tumblights.
This is what I’ve just done just now. Like, a few minutes ago. I realised my old i-of-phone case, was getting grotty. Also, the glass back-panel broke.
I reflected that I could perhaps spruce up mine i-of-phone for the sake of the New Year and whatnot. What I could have done was buy some run-of-the-mill decal from one of the cheap shops here in China, or from the INTERNET. But…that’s not eccentric enough.
AND SO, BEHOLD: The Cockatrice, a legendary beast related somewhat to the Basilisk, being half-Chicken, half-Snake, and all altitude. I’m sorry, I meant attitude. No, I was right the first time. I found the little bugger hiding in my suitcase some weeks ago, and half only managed to capture him by dint of supreme effort.
The intent behind this is to serve as a self-reminder. The Cockatrice famously had the ability to turn people into stone; so too do our gadgets. So I’m reminding myself not to be turned into stone. Somehow.
It’s terribly ugly. I love it. This must be a what parenting feels like.
I have been working on a project this week, intermittently, only to realise that it doesn’t work and is terrible. In lieu of actual artwork, please accept this picture of two Mougis mucking about on the skull of some giant turtle.
I apologise and hope to make up for it with something amazing and beautiful soon.
This will probably happen every time I forget to do proper artwork. Look forward to a lot more Mougis.
“A wolf howls. I don’t wanna know how he feels.”
An homage to the front cover of the 10th Anniversary Edition of Frank Miller’s Batman: The Dark Knight Returns, based on my very humble self. You might say it’s not much of a homage, but then these days Miller’s not much of a writer, so it all evens out.
This might be based upon my lifelong fascination with all things Batman, one bordering on the unhealthy. It might also have to do with my Mum being one of the greatest Mums in the known universe (and, by the by, she has a book out right now. Buy it, it’s brilliant.) It might also be some combination of the two.
Draw your own conclusions.
