Nor does he sparkle.
Or watch high school girls sleep and draw them. Seriously, how does anyone not find that creepy? Funny story, though — between being part Hungarian, having no surviving grandparents (for … Continue reading
If you find charcoal drawings inaproppriate, you should really consider your life. Happy Saturday!
I make odd choices at life drawing sessions. Sometimes, I frame things strangely. Sometimes I have extra time at the end of the pose, so I draw feet. Sometimes … Continue reading
In which I post a little something special for this, my 50th post, and then wonder what I’m doing with my life.
Not really. This blog brings me and all five of my readers a certain amount of joy, so yay blog. Aaaanyway. . . He reminds me of the owl. What … Continue reading
Saturday! Time for a change of pace.
Sometimes I make dolls/sculptures/doll-like things. This one was for a Fiber Arts Guild gallery show years ago, and based on ‘She Walks in Beauty like the Night’. She’s pretty large … Continue reading
I feel like his initials may have let him down here.
So yes, I should have posted this in time for that holiday we had, but I drew it after the fact. Anyone else remember making mailboxes or decorated bags for … Continue reading
In Defense of Neurotic Owl
First of all, now I have Stephen Lynch’s ‘In Defense of a Peepshow Girl’ in my head, so thanks, me. The thing I’ve been thinking about, though, is this. This … Continue reading
In which I talk about serious shit because it’s my blog and you can’t stop me.
So if you don’t know about the silver ribbon, go read this: http://thebloggess.com/2012/01/the-fight-goes-on/ Then go ahead and read everything else The Bloggess has written, because that shit’s hilarious. ‘Sokay, I’ll … Continue reading
I should draw baby owls more often.
So usually I don’t do much to these in Photoshop beyond adding the frame and taking out that stupid smudge I can’t get off of my scanner screen, but … Continue reading
His novel is roughly the size of my (unfinished) undergraduate thesis. Did you know those things were only supposed to be about 20 pages?
. . . which is why I teeechnically shouldn’t have graduated the honours program. I meant to finish it, I really did, but I had to go talk to the … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 