Neurotic Owl

flapping vaguely downward through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread

The aftermath, good and bad.

First, let’s cleanse our palates with something weird and fancy. Ok, so.  I was at the Houston Women’s march Saturday, along with about 23.000 other folks, and it was GREAT. … Continue reading →

January 24, 2017 · 1 Comment

Who’s ready for an impeachment?

Soon, please, soon. Tomorrow is going to be a deeply shameful day for this country as a racist, sexist, religiously bigoted piece of radioactive garbage is sworn in as the … Continue reading →

January 20, 2017 · 1 Comment

Remember colour?

I have many drawings, but none of them are scanned at the moment, so please enjoy this moderately crappy cell phone photo of a halfway-finished piece. I’m 80% sure this … Continue reading →

January 17, 2017 · 4 Comments

In which I have drawn yet another naked lady.

What can I say?  Ladies look nice naked. The seals are naked too, but that’s pretty much normal for seals.  Also, if I could pick a mythical creature to run … Continue reading →

January 12, 2017 · 1 Comment

Look, a fairytale everyone probably knows!

Also, it’s COLD here in Houston and I actually feel like I could go outside right now and walk through a snowy wood (Lies, all lies.) and I LOVE it. … Continue reading →

January 7, 2017 · Leave a comment

In which I am morbid and creepifyin’.

There is something remarkably satisfying about drawing a jar full of eyeballs.  In related news, I’m gradually turning a Barbie into Willow Rosenberg.  So far I’ve repainted her face (and … Continue reading →

January 6, 2017 · 5 Comments

In which I am somewhat obscure.

So it appears that ‘East of the Sun, West of the Moon’ is not nearly as well known as I had assumed it would be, which means I can only … Continue reading →

January 4, 2017 · 3 Comments

Goodbye, 2016. Can I have a pause button?

  This is where I’m supposed to be all, “Ugh, 2016, die in a fire,” but I just can’t.  This has been a scary and depressing and difficult damn year, … Continue reading →

December 31, 2016 · Leave a comment

Ugh, today. Tomorrow I will be a rebel princess fighter again; today I am a lump of sad.

Speaking of our beloved General Organa, mental health care is yet another area threatened by Emperor Palpatine  Orange Garbagefire and his shitty, shitty me-first fuck everyone look at my gold … Continue reading →

December 27, 2016 · 2 Comments

In which I am probably inappropriate in several ways.

If you could just paint tattoos on and they stayed, I would be all over that and also possibly make some regrettable choices. Speaking of regrettable choices, it looks like … Continue reading →

December 22, 2016 · 3 Comments