Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Old, old filler

No manticore. I'd just been posted to a new place and I hadn't expected to be taking work home every day. Here is some old art instead until I get some painting time.

Inylia scales

This piece of character art was a commission done long, long ago (5 years or more) for the same person who now wants a manticore. The end product that was given to her was rather different from this because she didn't like the sales, so I replaced it with a blue spade tattoo. The character is an emotionless, task-oriented shape-shifter who stalks people so that she can drain life -- or eat them -- I'm getting old, I can't remember.

I rather miss doing character drawings like these. Once I paint that manticore I'll root around and see which old sketches I can root up to colour. If I don't have time I'll post up the bunch of process pictures I made as part of my portfolio a long time ago when I still had aspirations in that direction.

Monday, February 18, 2013

The great wave of kanegawa and a thousand pikachus

My work got featured on an overseas blog!

great wave of kanegawa

Originally done for a Japanese Studies class assignment, this piece was completed shortly before the terrible tsunami of 2011 (damn these Cassandra prophecies) and I posted it on the Internet to express my hopes of human survival and resilience. I hope the people who lived are doing well.

No new art yet, since I've been ill and drowning in deadlines. There'll be a manticore next week.

The original post is, again, from the old comics website I used to run here.

Friday, February 15, 2013

Love story

once upon a time there was a girl who loved her bed.
alas, she had to work.
so she and her bed were parted for many hours of the day.
the girl dreamed of her bed at work, and they rendezvoused faithfully every night.
but people at the office envied her, and conspired between themselves
to separate her from her bed forever.
so they sent her more work.
she got snowed in at her office cubicle and couldn't get out.
then, just as she was done, they sent her on an overseas posting, violating the sanctity of the attachment by forcing her to sleep with strange, foreign beds in hotel rooms.
when she finally got back, her bed was waiting for her, but she hardly knew it any more.
the end.

(happy valentine's day, people!)
P.S. This story is a figment of my imagination and any resemblance to -
P.P.S. Ok, ok. The first four lines are true. I was ill, all right?!