It’s been a hang-on-like-grim-death sort of week, what with one thing and another, and I’m having to put together art for two back-to-back conventions, which means that if I assume that I will have leftovers from the first show, I will sell out completely, but if I prepare fully for both shows, sales will be wrist-slittingly poor across the board. This is just the way of the world, so I am fitting in art where I can between the final death march of Dragonbreath 6 illustrations.
On the bright side, I have a sexy puffin. Many things are tolerable if you also have a sexy puffin.
(I firmly believe that even the most clownish creatures in the animal kingdom probably want to feel sexy occasionally, and absolutely ought to be able to, goddamnit.*)
It’s nice to get back to making art, even frantically and under the gun as I am, and I’m really pleased with how some of them are coming out. The weird quasi-pastel quality of the colored pencil-over-clear gesso is a lot of fun to play with.
The sexy puffin will go to DucKcon and/or Anthrocon, unless somebody makes me the proverbial Offer I Cannot Refuse beforetimes.
*I probably feel this way because I myself am somewhat rounded and inherently comical and still occasionally feel like rockin’ a corset, damnit, and cannot quite escape the feeling that the end result looks something like this.