Warthogs don't get nearly enough love. This guy's 11 x 14, mixed media, and with his anthurium and pet chameleon, seems to be decked out in fine style.

The elemental mousie of water. And a koi. A very small koi. More Art Nouveau tendencies in the background. Prints available.

Now that THAT's out of my system...

The valiant Sir Bunny vs. the Ravenous Wockwurm. (Oh, c'mon, like YOU never have days like this...)

Another Major Arcana for the nonexistant Wombat Tarot--The Fool. This feckless wombat is accompanied by his faithful companion, the Mystic Lungfish. The symbolism of the Mystic Lungfish is, of course, so obvious to the initiated that I will not repeat it here and risk boring the viewer.

Wombat and Gears--acrylic on clayboard, 12 x 12.

Another piece from my ongoing "Wombat Tarot," the Hanged Man card of the Major Arcana. (Should that be "Hanged Wombat?")

It was late, I need to turn out a heckuva lot of art for a show in a week, and somehow, a Wombat Tarot seemed like a great idea. This is actually done on matboard, largely because I grabbed the wrong piece of scrap, but it made a niftily textured, if very slow to dry, surface.

Delving into the Minor Arcana of the Still-Nonexistant Wombat Tarot, we have the "Page of Wands." I should probably mention that these are all based on the classic Rider-Waite tarot deck, albeit...wombatized.

Another of my Wombat Tarot project--the Page of Swords.

Whenever the subject of furriness comes up, I usually find myself saying something along the lines of "I like animal people, but I don't, y'know, think I have the soul of a wombat or anything." Then I started thinking about this statement. And I suppose, assuming the wombat drank tea, lounged around reading books on wombat evolution, and had a secret weakness for Flavor Blasted Goldfish, and acted like a human all the time, that it might be possible. But I'm not holding my breath.

The Strength card of the Wombat Tarot, in which a white-clad wombat maiden tames the ferocious echidna, mighty king of monotremes through purity of heart, a handy daisy leash, and the fact she's probably got thirty pounds on the little guy.

A friend of mine insisted on seeing wombat beefcake. I lay all the blame on her and take no responsibility for any of it, and yet, I still can't shake the feeling I'm goin' to hell.

The pink lizard meets the dodofish!

I did this one a few weeks back..."Wug" the anthro-foo dog. (You know, those things that hang out outside of Chinese restaraunts. I have two flanking my computer.) I don't know much about Wug, but I like him, and his little cat, too.

My husband liked my mooing anteater so much that he asked me to do a follow up for our Christmas card this year. Overall, I'm pleased, except for the ant. Because I know--I KNOW--that ant legs do not hang off their abdomen like that, and despite the fact that it was the only way that really work visually, and anyway it's a stuffed animal, I feel a nagging artistic guilt. Merry Christmas to all--I'll be drawing accurate ants for penance for some time to come.

12 x 12 acrylic on board. Mmm...frog.