May the Fourth be with you.
As always, click to embiggen. Of COURSE I did this. How could I not do this? P.S. – It’s not terribly visible because metallic ink does not scan well, but … Continue reading
January — now with colour and a fox that looks like a fox!
Muuuuch better.
March! Because I forgot about Pi day, but again, that would have looked a lot like Thanksgiving.
Neurotic Owl is the Lord of the Flap. His legs flail about as though independent of his body!
In which I embrace the joys of a limited palette.
I have a passionate love affair with all of the colours, as certain non-black areas of my wardrobe will attest, but sometimes it’s just fun to narrow things down a … Continue reading
Did I say that these would be loosely themed to the months? Because when I say loosely, I mean so tenously that I’m clearly just making excuses to draw whatever I want.
Charles Dodgson was born in January. There! Reasons! And, ok, I’m missing out on the chance to draw a New Year’s party, but I feel like that wouldn’t look terribly … Continue reading
And then there was colour.
I’m not quite done — I like the misty unevenness of the colour, but I think I need a few pops of brighter or darker somethings so it doesn’t just … Continue reading
And now for something moderately different.
I’m working on a new calendar — which I doubt will be ready before New Year’s, but you guys are patient, right? You won’t be ruled by the calendar in … Continue reading
From all my favorite fuzzies! (And one squishy.)
In which Neurotic Owl is too polite to take the last piece of pie: I’m taking tomorrow off, so here’s a nice big one to tide you over. Thanksgiving is … Continue reading
The hovering terror cat of awesome.
So C and V went on a cruise and brought back adorable bobble headed animals for some of their buddies, and mine is TERRIFYING (in the best possible way). I’ve … Continue reading
Which is why there are big red scratches on my cleavage right now.
My Charlie cat is sweet and lovable and charming and clumsy as all hell. He never scratches me on purpose, but he loves being on my lap or my shoulder, … Continue reading
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