sera doesn't get a lot of love, but it's because she's such a PAIN to color. i don't mind the rest, but the coloring. yeesh. takes such a long time. i don't even like this pic as much as the last one of her i did. mind you, i like the pic alright, but not as much. i see too many little errors in this one. blahhhr. ohwell.
sera's mine, she's some sort of gypsy sphynx-creature and i loves her. i can never make her look.. exotic enough. i'm too lazy to come up with really fancy awesome gypsy clothes for her, i'll just focus on doing crazy shit with her hair more i guess... i had something more to say about her but i forgot what. i will not be properly satisfied until i (or someone else) convincingly draws her bellydancing. so. it'll be years from now. enjoy in the meantime.
the title only refers to the hindi/bend it like beckham version of the song. you heard me.
EXTRA because it seems to be making people's brains catch fire - sera's head is a different color from the rest of her body because her head is covered in skin, and her body is covered in fur. because she's a sphynx. i'm not sure how the concept baffles people, but it does, so i'm explaining it here. where no one will read it.
now that december's over i decided to take a stab at finishing some unfinished pics i have lying about. i seriously have a folder sitting here with 50 or so pics that've gotten started then i lost interest in or something. i'mma try and pick out some of the ones that look save-able and see if they can turn into anything nice.
this one's at least a year old. it was drawn on the same piece of paper as that old pic of jamie's sphynx character and i can't remember how old that is and i'm too lazy to look it up. howell. it's an isis it is. my oldish hedgehog/ocelot character. she's an adoptive sibling of perg's. i posted scraps of her w/ her mate and babies a bit ago in scraps. by a bit i probably mean a few months. i have no real concept of time. i don't like this pic as much as the old one of her w/ the caterpillar so i didn't put a ton of effort into it, but i guess it looks reasonable. i will now not look at it for a while cause if i do i'll just see a buncha flaws. ZOOOOOOOOOM.
isis is mine, photoshop 7.0, faving w/o commenting = boo. the title has nothing to do with the pic, yaddayaddayadda.
this is a pretty old drawing that i just found on my hdd. nina in a bar.
edit: Whoa, holy crap. Thanks for the DD! I never thought anything I made would merit one of those, heh. Especially not this picture, it's so old and not even finished XD. But I was very excited and happy. YES INDEED.
A prismacolor pic of Chantrea, my custom scorpionfish mermaid avatar chica. Lots of fins. Yes she is very very very poisonous. (She is mostly based on the zebra lionfish, not... a butterfly... as people seem to think >_<!)
the most finished thing i did today. a little thing of steve. i maintain that i did a shitty job inking the hair, though some seem to disagree.... scanner made her hair all dark so i had to brighten it. it looks... okay.. all in all. but only okay. she's a mink. trying to figure out her proper fur color.
I had this sudden mad technique experiment idea, and despite a schedule requiring me to finish no less than ten paintings before the end of the month, I had to sit down and paint it Right This Minute.
Of course, I needed a subject to go with this experiment. Something simple. Something straightforward. Something with a coupla different textures. Something that bore a shocking resemblance to...a groundhog pimp?
"Um, brain," I said. "Do you think...?"
"Shove off," said my brain. "This is all you get. I've been workin' my pituitary off for you lately with all those damn pig sketches. You want to do this, you do it with the groundhog pimp!"
"Yes, brain." I said. I don't mess with my brain when it's feeling surly. You never know when it'll just randomly take over the motor controls and run me into a brick wall or sign me up for Amway or something.
Anyway! 10 x 10, mixed media--a hint of watercolor, but mostly acrylic, colored pencil, and acrylic ink pen. And you know, I'm actually rather pleased with the style. I was iffy most of the time I was working on it, but at the end, it really came together. I can see it bein' something I can work with.
Alas, I could not make the platform shoes with goldfish in the heels work. Perhaps next time. Anyway, Original For Sale! Drop a note for pricing! Prints available for $10 plus shipping--visit [link] or drop a note!
You and I in a little toy shop
I buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got
Set them free at the break of dawn
Til one by one, they were gone
Back at base, bugs in the software
Flash the message: "Something's out there"
Floating in the summer sky
99 red ballons go by
99 red balloons floating in the summer sky
Panic bells, it's red alert
There's something here from somewhere else
The war machine springs to life
Opens up one eager eye
Focusing it on the sky
99 red balloons go by
99 decision street
99 ministers meet
To worry, worry, super scurry
Call the troops out in a hurry!
"This is what we've waited for,
This is it, boys, this is war!"
The president is on the line
As 99 red balloons go by
99 knights of the air
Ride super high-tech jet fighters
Everyone's a silver hero
Everyone's a Captain Kirk
With orders to identify
To clarify and classify
Scramble in the summer sky
99 red balloons go by
99 dreams I have had
And every one a red ballon
It's all over and I'm standing pretty
In this dust that was a city
If I could find a souvenier
Just to prove the world was here
And here is a red balloon
I think of you and let it go
picture based on "99 luftballons" (99 red balloons) originally sung in german by Nena (there is an english version). While the song is amusing in the front, it actually sends an interesting message. Too bad a lot of it was lost in translation...
The hunting acorn is a different breed than the common acorn--fiercer, more cunning, and with far greater stamina. While a common acorn will soon grow tired of the chase, the hunting acorn will tail its target like grim death, until the prey falters or its master calls it back to the glove. Savage, stubborn, and ferociously independant, the spirit of the acorn cannot be broken. Instead the handler must earn the acorn's respect. The task is difficult, and fraught with peril--you can easily lose an eye to the raking stem--but among seasoned acorn handlers, there is no greater reward than the trust and confidence of this noble nut.
Pencil, 11 x 14 on Bristol. I had the basic idea for this in my sketchbook for ages, but for some reason, today just seemed like the day to let the hunting acorn fly. I think I have a weird obsession with strange falconry/riding animals/seeing-eye things. I am constantly struck by how wonderful and surreal domestication is. Or possibly I just need more sleep. I dunno.
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