The Best Place To Get Impaled By A Unicorn
Octosaurus Rex.
Iguanodon! Iguano Don to his friends.
Actually I suspect you can skip the first 8 if you just do the last one.
Yeah, seriously. I don’t fancy myself a great novelist, but perhaps it is because I don’t have a neglected spouse or a loyal pet.
But just for the record:
Childhood trauma: Limited.
Miserable job: Yes, but who hasn’t had at least one of those?
Moment of Self-Discovery: Not that I recall.
Episode of debauchery: I’m only allowed one?!
Pathologic ambition: Check.
Loyal pet: Nope.
Neglected spouse: I hope not.
Personal demons: Well, sure, but again, who doesn’t?
Years of boring hard work: Yes, although as years of boring hard work go, it beats, like, silver mining. And finance.
I’m gonna put “It beats silver mining. And Finance.” on a poster and hang it in my office so when I am feeling too tired to blog or stressed out from trying to draw things that actually look like things, I will remember how lucky I am.
Hello internet, mommy missed you.
The First Thing: I have an art job! A friend wants me to design an image for her to use for her palm reading business (because these are the kinds of friends I have).
The Second Thing: I have been practicing classic tattoo designs and have several pages worth in my sketchbook. I will probably scan and share some when I have more time.
The Third Thing: I will be starting a tumblr that will just be for completed art works. It will be respectable looking because I made the mistake of telling my mom I post my artwork online and she wants a link. Once I get it all set up I will link it here.
The Fourth and Final: I’m still drawing and painting lots of dinosaurs. It’s very fun, and I often find myself hoping for photo references before I remember. Poor dinosaurs.
FOR SCIENCE SARAH.
Draw ALL the dinosaurs!
Playing with colored pencils!
My new favorite thing to draw!
This is how my new drawing book illustrates body proportions. Love it.
