Her Pale Escort

Gouache and Prismacolor marker on a paper bag.

This emerged from a rather lengthy discussion in Furry's Studio de l'Artiste about abstraction, meaning, messages, and the like. I pointed out that the message of much furry art is simply 'I like to draw naked fox-women', then realized that's a dandy title for a quick image.
I spent about ten minutes on it, from ballpoint pen scribble to digital tones. The ironic part is that I _don't_ really like to draw naked fox women. Oh well.

Tentacles are love.

Caged collared orthogonal locked.

Inari. Done in exchange for a tune.

Illustrator over inked rough.

I have to move in a week and a half. I'm still not entirely sure where I'm going. I don't really have the funds for shipping or storing my stuff.

I keep on slipping into these moods where all I can do is curl up on my bed and shiver with fear.

This is what happens when I try to see if I can draw.

WMYLG Joe for Yerf Trading Post #52.

Arrows, whee.

Joyous And Triumphant

The tinsel was all cleaned up, but she still hadn't had a chance to play with her new toy.

Kali. Cute little baby Kali.

Done for littlepagans.com, where you can buy this on a t-shirt.

King of Cups

Air of Water.

Kobi for the Yerf trading post.

Direct in AI, sketch and all. Probably about two hours when I should've been working, but hey, there's just something about a guy in a dress.

This was part of a larger, multi-character piece that was going to be for the door of the room I shared at Further Confusion 2005, or little cards for us to hand out to the Special People who were worthy of knowing our location, or some such, but the images of the other inhabitants didn't come together. So I give you this mutant self-portrait fragment.

lavalavavixyvix

My boyfriend needed a picture of his lava-lamp vixen Kincaid for purposes of making a fake Magic card.

So I did some Illustrator speedpainting. YIP YIP YIP YIP BLOOP!

Illustrator CS2.

An idle doodle of a woman with a snake turned into the Judeo-Christian manifestation of the Dark Feminine Principle. This... happens.

Text from various Kabbalistic sources.

AI10, nothing remarkable about the technique.

Relatively lazy direct-in-Illustrator noodling.

Charlotte-Sophia, all dolled up for Valentine's Day.

A childish ambition

Just a quick doodle to sum up everything I find distasteful about the 'macro' fetish.

Virtual crayon via Artrage 2.

Mantlepiecce

"Mom? Just who <i>is</i> this, anyway?"
"It's your great-aunt Patience. She was a professional toy."

The second third of the piece that I began with 'Chanteuse'.

Metal Dessert

A background image for my boyfriend's new red-with-silver-trim laptop.

A self-portrait.

Done in Painter 7.

I was talking with someone about abstraction and stylization. This came out.

Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack
All dressed in black, black, black
She leapt so high, high, high
she touched the sky, sky, sky
and didn't come down, down, down
'til the city died, died, died.

She was originally going to have a large cock.

Inspired by watching my boyfriends play GTA2 and our speculations on what the game would be like if the "SRS Scientists" in the second city were about what <i>we</i> instantly think of when seeing that acronym.

For the submarine and the dirigible, it was love at first sight.

Web graphic for makeincense.com.

Her name is Myra.
She has plans for you.
You won't like them.

Inspired by my room-mate's face, vague memories of 'Impossible Mission', but mostly by the desire to draw a huge, funky robot.

Can you hear dying butterfly, falling nightmare?
[...]
Dying butterfly never dies, never dies.
-Can, "Butterfly"

A nemesis character I play on the same muck Charlotte resides on. Sosael is a mad shard of self-hate and horror.

Illustrator 10.