Making the most of someone's wonderful generosity...

Look - pasties! I've wanted to do this for ages!!!





WHEE!

ETA: Aaaah, fuck it. It didn't work.

Johnny Update

Johnny is fine. He's doing really well. He should be let out of hospital soon. Sorry I didn't report on this sooner but I've been both really sick and I have the attention span of a particularly young and ADD afflicted puppy.

So yes. Johnny good. Thank you for your prayers and love. You guys are the greatest f-list ever.

Artwork.

Hey all.

I was doing sort of... art therapy today. The art distracted me from the pain. If I owe you commission work, just let me assure you right now - you don't want me doing art for you when I'm like this. Cause what you'll get is not very good. My line and my shading and everything is just crappo at the moment. I feel really bad because I owe so many people artwork, but I just don't have the energy or the health to deliver. I feel so terrible. Like some sort of crank or charlatain. Please forgive me if I owe you art - it WILL come, I just - I need to get better.

Anyway - on with the therapy work:

( Andrea and her Daddy... )

More art...

Here's some linework I did yesterday...

( More relaxing work... )

New Fantasy Art: Caught on Deck!

( She's writhing on the deck in panic! )

I hate celebrity.

I hate it. I don't mind people being recognised for their talents.

But anyone wearing two million dollars worth of ANYTHING around their neck should be slapped. And maybe kicked in the shins, too. I mean, sweet Jesus. TWO MILLION, man! Nobody needs ANTYHING worth TWO MILLION! Sure, they're wearing it as an advertisement.

I could never feel happy with that around my neck. I'd feel so absolutely wrong. I'm more than happy with cheap diamontes. Or cut crystal. Fuck.

Xena and David Krumholtz...

Xena has this habit of tearing up paper when she wants something. Somehow, she knows which pieces of paper mean the most to me, tittle trollop.

When I want to draw someone, I like to print up their picture. I'll print up a few different ones so I have a clear idea of what their features are doing, how their features sit. It's sort of like a computer programme examining an object from two different angles and then compositing it to make a three dimensional reconstruction. Point being - I had a piece of paper sitting on top of my sketchbook. In fact, I had LOTS of pieces of paper. There were naked people, Lockstock, printed commission texts, you name it. Guess which one my cat chose to tear into...

( Xena... are you trying to tell me something? )