Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Cold is like the ragged claws scuttling

Okay, the thermostat in my apartment needs to stop deciding that the ideal temperature is 85˚. BECAUSE IT'S NOT. And it's really annoying to have to reset it every few hours. And my cold seems to have sunk its claws into my throat and is now settled in as a bad cough. Not related to the A/C, but similarly annoying, so there. (The blog title is a references to "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock." Man I miss reading.)

And now, some sketchbook pages. My scanner absolutely ate the colors on the animals; the kookaburra and the ferret are actually bright orange, not red. And the rhino and cow are much more blue.

And my tattoo, side by side with my original design. Clearly some sacrifices had to be made in the translation, but I'm fairly happy with it.


Tuesday, October 6, 2009

And I'm back!

I have been struck down by the worst cold ever. It's much better now, but the past few days have been miserable. Sniffling and sneezing and a headache and a sore throat. Blech.

My stomach just started hurting, and while I was wondering why, I realized - I haven't eaten since eight this morning (it's now nearly four). And all I ate this morning was a small piece of cheesy bread.


And now, art!

First, a project from Concept Art, illustrating a brief article about two long lost twins who encounter each other in prison, one as a guard, the other as an inmate. You see that hand on the inmate's shoulder? That's what happens when you don't have a references. Hands that are slabs of meat. Sausage fingers.

And an illustration for Visual Studies. I had to conceptualize perfume, so I took that as an excuse to go Art Nouveau.

Halloween-y mock-up of my strange big cat mutt Doe, and what she normally looks like.

I have a bunch of sketchbook stuff to share, too, but I didn't sleep last night, so I don't really have the energy to scan at the moment. But soon!