Dragons, as we all know, are the descendants of blind cave worms who must wrap themselves tightly in a protective cocoon of wet newspaper in order to go above ground. This is why there are so many dragons hanging around the edges of recycling centers. Since they are, after all, blind, they get around using the servies of the Seeing-Eye Lungfish, a species of giant mud-skipper bred for it's sheepdog-like loyalty and firm white meat. Lacking melanin, dragons voluntarily amputate their wings before going aboveground so as not to suffer massive sunburn and death by shock, although since the dragon surgeons are also blind, hilarity and stabbings inevitably ensue. (Following a recent forum discussion, I was unable to resist the urge to illustrate my illustration of my point. I'm a weak, weak person. But I rather like that lungfish, and heck, I haven't done anything really silly in awhile.)

Just a small acrylic painting of one of my beloved frogbirds--in this case a blue-and-green macawfrog. Up for auction at Furbid at http://www.furbid.ws/cgi-bin/auction.pl?furry&1028524176

I went to the zoo. The preening macaws were spectacular. They looked like stoned, beautiful dust-mops. I took probably fifty photos of them, and later did this painting, which has successfully rid me of A) any fear of painting feathers and B) feeling in my wrists.

I can explain! Really!

There's this poem by John Donne that includes the line "Get with child a mandrake root" and that got me thinking about pregnant mandrake roots, and then anthro mandrake root, and then I had to paint a pregnant anthro mandrake root. The rather stemmy...err...genitalia just kinda wanted to be there. I am not really in control of my paintings. Watercolor, 10 x 14, original available.

More anime! More big pants! Aiiii! The world ends! And with my first upload of the new year, too.

No, seriously, I was just playing around with an anthro-manticore chick, and have been enjoying this anime stuff immensely. This was the end result. I cut holes in the pants, on the principle that nobody was gonna claim that *I* was too lazy to draw legs, damnit! (She has triple rows of teeth behind the lips. Honest. She's just being polite because she knows that opening your head "like a toothy Pez dispenser," as I've heard it described, creeps people out.)

It's a truism of art that when you're feeling down and nothin's quite flowing right, you can hardly ever go wrong painting naked women. Or presumably naked margays, either.

Every now and then, I get this urge to do tea labels for the fictional Red Wombat Tea Co. They're creepily addictive...

Lemurs in the wild have been observed "milking" the gunk off millipedes. They rub it on their fur to kill fleas. But since it's full of toxins, they also get high as fuzzy little kites, which got me thinking about a lemur warrior and his pet giant millipede, for when being a lemur warrior is just a little too tough a job...

Making fennec or hedgehogs cute is easy. I figured trying to cutify the legendary Naked Mole Rat would be a real challenge. (Me? Weird? Naaah...)

It probably says something about me that when I'm trying to think of a subject to test out a weird scribbly color idea, my brain immediately and without hesitation says "Naked mole rat tango!"

The anteater says "moo."

This started life as a watercolor, but on a whim, I wound up redoing it in the more graphical style that I'd done other frog paintings in. Is the world ready for Holstein frog udders? Probably not, no.

I had a hard time getting up this morning.

This tough little mouse warrior is hanging out by a curb surrounded by weeds. I cannot tell you how much I never wanna see a weed again. Credit must definitely go to Amara Telgemeier here--I've done complex lighting, complicated scenes, and I've been playing with this type of shading in my comic, but I'd never thought to put all three together until I saw some of her fantastic work, and said, "Damn! Yeah! That's a great idea!" Five days and a claw-like tablet hand later, here we are. Original file is 16 x 20, 300dpi, but y'know.

One of nature's great optimists, the armored nallwug lives in the perennial hope that today is the day someone will throw it a surprise party.

This painting of a--yep, a samurai numbat--is fairly ancient (by which I mean, at least three years.) I think his name was Nogo or something. I do kinda like his armor still.

A peculiar little donkey, done in watercolor and acrylic, for a set of quick little pieces for auction. I think this one's my favorite.

So I wanted to do something in the Big Pants style that I enjoyed on the kirin, I wanted to paint an okapi, and I wanted a shrunken head. (Really, who doesn't love a shrunken head?) Halfway through, I realized that the joy of an okapi is in the leg markings, so I couldn't use the big pants, but I liked the composition as it was, so--I gave 'im Mondo Calves. The result has a definite Chris Goodwin flavor, I think--equines with big legs, it's a natural--but given that I'm a great admirer of his work, I was overall pretty pleased with how it came out.

Elder Porcupine set his claws to the bark and climbed the tallest deadest tree in the forest every morning. Supposedly he was communing with the spirits, but in actual fact, it was the only place in the forest the Elder Mrs. Porcupine would let him smoke.

Silly doodle while waiting for watercolor to dry. This is my orange. You get your own.

It's an owl saint. What's an owl saint, you ask? One of those. Digital, and no, I really have no idea, either.

A panda couple, still in this digital woodcut style I've been playing with. Mmmm...bamboo-y.

18 x 24 mixed media--pangolin in a hammock with masked lovebirds.

Plesiosaurs in party hats!

"Penguin of Arabia"

Portrait of the stately (and rather silly) Pied Anteater.

Because if pigs could fly--they'd be a real nusiance. Or something like that.

Being a tax collector for the warlike Piggy-Wiggy tribe is a lousy job, but somebody's gotta do it.

Another of my pastelicious digital pieces...the plague fairy! (This is really way better if you imagine him saying "I'll give you the plaaaaaague!" in a ratty little voice.)

Platypus was dismayed to discover that instead of an egg, it had evidentally laid the Sun.