Not Dead!

…but I do have Con Crud. Blargh.

For a little bit, I thought it was just the dry-hotel-air sore throat, but it has spread and expanded and become full blown crud. So I am wandering around in a haze of DayQuil and occasionally horking up lung-bunnies.

Also, there was a stretch yesterday where something—DC tap water? shepherd’s pie? questionable chicken salad?—attacked, and I spent several exciting hours in the bathroom, watching my intestinal fauna experience a die-off on the order of the K-T Event. That seems to mostly be over. I think. Thank god for seed catalogs to read in the bathroom.

But time and deadlines wait for no woman! I have to get art edits for Fairybreath done by tomorrow, there are prints to run, and so on and so forth. Onward! Upward! Sideward! Etcward!

Realism ho!

Another take at the owl design, but this time I wanted to try something close to realism. And…honestly, it’s much easier. This may just be because of my particular background, I grant you, but there is a kind of ruthless perfectly demanded by extreme stylization, whereas if you realize something’s a trifle off center with a more realistic paint job, a bit of paint and some scumbling can fix it up.

Still, I’m pretty pleased with how it came out. I pushed the eyebrows much harder in this one, and they come out and down much more strongly than the last one.

This is a very large mask–it extends well out from the face and doesn’t flatten against it at all, which I think works here because, y’know, owls….but I’m going to have to try some smaller bird masks that conform more closely to the head. If I keep going like this, they’ll be the size of dinner plates and look vaguely like the kachina Tawa, and that would be silly.

I’ll probably put this one up on e-bay, so watch for links!