The Hinoeuma asked me to feed the woman in this picture some cookies. I understand the sometimes overwhelming need to feed someone cookies, so I obliged on her behalf.
The woman is still disturbed, but now she’s kind of having mixed feelings, and at least it got her to sit down away from that eternally swirling sink. I’ll make sure she gets fed well from now on. I’m sure that enough cookies will fix her, given time.
Oh my gosh you guys, this took like four minutes to draw. I get so tangled up when I try to draw digitally. I spent like an hour on the earlier image, which pretty much has the same amount of detail. SiGh
If anyone’s been wondering why I’m not commenting on their site, please don’t think I don’t love you. I’m still trying to figure out where my work/life/blog balance lay. One magical day I will figure out how to work full time and write full time and play full time all at once.
Today, for your viewing pleasure, we have another collaborative masterpiece by Cowdog Creatives and myself.
Writing about a friend…
I like the way
You coil in my bathtub
I like the way your smooth folds beckon
I like your scales
I like your pointed tail
I like your magma eyes
I like you
You are attractive
And I like what you are holding in your open palm
A gift for me.
Is that an apple?
Or is it
An awkward cousin crush?
Here’s a twofer.
Day 6: This is a dog, in case you couldn’t tell. Dogs are hilarious. I’m not sure if these fancy ink pens always look like cheap markers when used, or if it’s just my special artistic touch that’s transformed them.
Day 7: I was reading about Echo and Narcissus, looking at depictions of them, and got a little annoyed. So I wrote this.
Everyone remembers Narcissus
But what of Echo?
She didn’t matter to herself
So she doesn’t matter to others
Always a footnote in someone’s painting
A wan satellite
A visual element
Used to balance out and set off
And I drew Echo (alone so Narcissus with his lesser problems and greater charisma can’t steal the limelight), in the process of dwindling away into the cliffs. Soon only her voice will be left.
I don’t know what’s going on here. I got so serious about the last one I had to draw something dumb this time. What do you suppose this warlock is up to?