Driven to the edge of madness by the slow drying time of acrylics, I flung down the paintbrush and screamed "I'm a digital artist for a reason, goddamnit!" and fled to the waiting digital embrace of Painter. Then I proceeded to hammer out this little aboriginal wombat guy in seven frenzied and heavily caffinated hours. I have a soft spot for wombats. I feel better now, having proved to myself that yes, I can TOO paint realism. Whew.
Those of us who have ever bothered to look it up probably know by now that winter celebrations have a long and glorious history, of which Christmas is only one of many, probably because at this time of year it's so cold and grim you can either throw a party or slit your wrists. (This is the Reason for the Season. Well, that and axial tilt. All the rest is just excuses for the party.) We all know about Yule, and the winter solstice, and Saturnalia and all the rest.
My personal favorite, however, and the one I choose to celebrate because nobody knows what the hell it is, is Dies Natalis Solis Invicti, the Birth of the Unconquered Sun. It falls on the 25th, and celebrates the birth of the god Mithras, a Christ-figure from Zoroastrianism, who managed to pre-date Christ by a coupla centuries. Dies Natalis Solis Invicti is probably the reason we celebrate Christmas on the 25th rather than on the Solstice, because Mithraism rapidly achieved a life of its own and was hugely popular as a mystery religion on Rome for centuries, until at last being eclipsed by Christianity. Knowing a good thing when they saw it, they ignored the fact that Jesus was probably born in spring, and promptly christened it Christmas.
This is fine. Religions do this stuff all the time, you should see some of the Santeria/Catholic fusions, and whatever you call it, it's still a party.
Mithraism, however, was one of the great Olde Time Religions, a really rip-snortin' man's man machismo kinda faith, a fraternal god worshipped by soldiers and sailors and travelers far from home. It was macho. Had I lived at the time, I would have undoubtedly despised it, but with a coupla thousand years worth of distance, I can think of Mithras in much the same way I think of Ricardo Montalban--with a sort of vague dreamy expression and the thought that man, he was a stud in his youth. (KHAAAANNN!)
In keeping with their pure machismo, Mithraism's greatest sacrament was to find a pure white bull without blemish, cut its throat, and bathe in the blood. (We are REAL MEN! We can swim in bull blood AND ENJOY IT!) Animal sacrifice was all the rage at the time, everybody was doin' it, but this was pretty dramatic even for the day. White bulls without blemish ain't cheap.
I will not be doing this for Christmas.
However, in my perfect world, where all faiths come together in a glorious orgy of tacky decorations, where light-up Baby Jesus rides light-up reindeer and light-up Isaac Newton bears gifts to light-up Kwanzaa something or other and the light-up Solstice Chicken flies over head bearing a menorah and we find some form of light-up Ramadan thing that doesn't violate the rules about idols and everybody's faith or complete lack thereof is utterly degraded by cheap merchandising and we all come together to bitch about how commercial it all is and how we shopped for hours and the kids are playing with the bubble wrap, for god's sake, and thus are unified in a glorious, pan-religious celebration of our mixed feelings for the season--in this perfect world, there is a light-up plastic white bull, with red christmas lights wrapped tightly around its neck, spilling light-up gore onto the snow. And perhaps a small hamster with a butcher knife.
Every morning, Elder Porcupine would set his claws to the back of the petrified pine, the oldest and tallest and deadest tree in the forest, and climb to the very top. There, he would watch the sun rise over the woods, and commune with the ancient spirits of the earth.
Well...that was what he told his grandkids, anyway.
It wasn't exactly untrue, but by the time you were Elder Porcupine's age, you were practically an ancient spirit yourself, and your communing mostly consisted of "Hey, spirits." "Hey, Porcupine." "You good?" "Can't complain." "All right, then." And you really didn't need to get up at dawn for that.
In actual fact, the top of the petrified pine was the only place in the whole damn forest where Elder Mrs. Porcupine would let him smoke.
This painting started out, and it was missing something. Finally I realized that it was the cigarette,* and the rest of it all fell into place--I knew WHY he was on top of the tree, and something of what his story was. I'm not sure why he's such a snappy dresser, but I assume the Elder Mrs. Porcupine is involved in some fashion.
I'm also not sure why the yellow-rumped-warbler is there, but possibly it's planning to bum one off him.
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*I'm sure you all know those things give you lung cancer by now, so I'll spare you the speech and assume you're planning on quitting real soon now.
a picture for from housesitting i colored up this afternooon. it is a rambi! who is cute and floffy and has horns. horns are difficult for me. but i'm pretty happy w/ it. played around w/ some coloring stuffs on this one, annnnd i think i likes how it came out. so... YAY! YAY FOR ZAMBIS! i owe her a billion things. oh and look. there's a BEE on her nose. like RAM-BEE. HAHAHA. nevermind.
rambi is 's. no takey. colored in photoshop. faving w/o commenting is boo. thanks.
Thiiiis another gift (last one for a while btw) for another of my idols, *orin, whom I started to admire a looong time ago when I first read her fanfics and then discovered that her art was as good as her writing :0
It's an attempt at an Ophelia, who is a very pretty and interesting character in my opinion~ had fun drawing her face and trying to make her look a tad crazy ^_^;;
Been a while since I did a monochromatic dodge/burned pic, kinda happy with the result here~
trade with the wonderful =gadzoox of her wonderful char Kailani , which..um..dosnt look like a wolf the way i drew her , but i suxorz at anything slightly canine ! crit discouraged cuz..ITS NOT FOR YOU. I tried to make water swirlies on the highlights of her fur butt..umm....they just look like random swirlies
Sketch cleaned up in photoshop , and colored in photoshop :0
EID:ER..EDIT: wow..just..WOW AT THE DD thank you guys so much for allt he favs and comments , and big shout out to ^neoikeia for featuring and OMGLOVEHUGSUPERLOVE *DeLinQueNT- for suggesting , who is also a wicked lovely artist omg love all lovelovecandyloveswetcandylove