It was a beautiful morning at Innsmouth. The sun was shining, the frogs were croaking, the spawn had been dropped off at the pool, and Mabel, great-great-granddaughter of the priestess of the Deep Ones, She-Who-Devours-Whales-Alive, just couldn't wait to tell her friend Susan about what that Helen had said to Shelley about her own sister-in-law, and in public, no less!
See, this is why I've mostly stopped taking commissions. As soon as somebody expect something, my brain veers the other way. If I was set to rewrite "Goodnight Moon," the bowl full of mush would be holding the mittens at spoonpoint, glormphing about blood offerings to the porridge gods, and if I had to illustrate "The Shadow over Innsmouth," it'd become either a heartwarming tale of amphibious small-town life in coastal New England, or perhaps, "Are You There, Dagon? It's Me, Margaret," in which an awkward teenager wonders if she will ever grow gills like all her friends.
Anyway, Painter 7, wacom tablet. Prints available for $10 and $20! I take Paypal, check, money order--send a note or visit [link]
to set that up!