“Yay! I have lots of originals! I have three cons coming up, but that’s fine because I have LOTS OF ORIGINALS! And this is a small con and some of them are expensive, so I will still have lots left over! I’ll just need to do some small quick stuff for the next one and it’ll be great!”
One con later…
“I HAVE NO ORIGINALS LEFT.”
The worst part about this is that you can’t even really complain (note that I am complaining anyway) because obviously your art sold and that’s a wonderful thing, it’s just that…um…was kinda counting on a couple of those to fill out panels at those later cons and now I have to scramble. My diamond shoes are too tight!
The only people who will be sympathetic are other artists and my mother. I accept this.
(A huge thanks to the generous buyers of BayCon. You are awesome and I am delighted so much art found good homes. I just hadn’t scheduled for quite…how…awesome…y’all would be…)
I spent some recent time in New Orleans in a gallery that had a lot of work by the surrealist artist Daniel Merriam. I stared at it for a long time and thought “I wanna do…complicated…monochromatic…swirl
12 x 12 mixed media on board. They don’t make enough shades of sea-green colored pencils, let me tell you.
While I’m not displeased with how it turned out for a first attempt, I keep thinking it should be about eight feet tall and then I could pack all KINDS of weird little thingies into the margins. I should probably stifle this urge. But the color scheme, jarring as it is, does kinda work for me, and I bought more sea green and maybe I should do another one.
For sale, will wind up at Anthrocon if nobody makes me an offer first.
I am headed to the Big Easy for several days! Best way to follow my adventures* up-to-the-minute is Twitter, but don’t fret, if anything truly exciting happens, it’ll make its way here when I get back.
*I am OKAY with not having adventures. If I just sit in cafes eating beignets and working on this book for three days, that will be AWESOME.
Meanwhile, have an axolotl.
It’s been a craptastic week here, so I think we all need this bat.
Okay, the affirmational monsters are kinda addictive…
Inspired by the complimentary deep sea fish from scarboroughartworks, I doodled an affirmational monster.
…And the saint spoke to them, saying “All, all, all are mad, all things that crawl upon the earth or swim upon the waters, all creatures that draw breath, all are mad and there is no sane one among them.” And the people hearing this were sorely vexed and there was no tea to console them.
— The Book of Wonder
Digital, 8 x 16.
Among the birds I saw on my recent trip to Texas, the Green Jays were one of the most effortlessly spectacular. I have honestly never met a member of the jay clan that wasn’t ridiculously beautiful, but the Green Jays were just incredible, almost luminous. So of course I had to paint one.
Not a saint I’m likely to encounter in my garden, but a marvelous one all the same.
I was supposed to be working, but there was a thing going to draw yourself as a pokemon trainer, and…well…
Poke-verse Ursula is a gardener who grows Grass-type pokemon in an effort to attract provide rare Bird and Insect types with a safe haven during migration. (That these occasionally chew holes in the Oddishes is, after all, the reason she grew them in the first place. Fortunately Oddishes respond well to pruning and many sport punk haircuts as a result.)
She writes a regular gardening column “Beyond Butterfree: Habitat Gardening For Less-Charismatic Pokemon.”
She is prone to collaring strangers at parties to inform them that Tall Grass has declined in the last century to unsustainable levels. “Do you realize that less than 5% of Tall Grass remains untouched in this country?” she cries, brandishing her mojito. “If something isn’t done to stop habitat loss, wild Pokemon may become something only seen in zoos!”
(She will also tell you things about the mating habits of Gyrados that you were probably happier not knowing. It’s best just to nod and back away slowly. Depending on the number of mojitos involved, there may be hand gestures.)
When not documenting the migratory habits of Mothim, she occasionally goes off to watch Bird-types, accompanied by her faithful Quagsire, Quag-Bob.
Finally, I finish this piece! It’d been laying around for over a month. (It’s amazing what not having a book to work on gets you…)
I have the vague feeling this character should be important, but I’m not quite sure how…