I have many thoughts sloshing about in my brain goo.
New cover is up. Not pleased with it, but it's up over on Whitechapel. Not going to link to it from here (parts of that thread are NSFW) and not going to link to it off my site, because setting one's preformance review on fire might be viewed as a career limiting move (or a CLM, as we often say here at the four-letter company of acronyms.) Took about 1 hour of sketching and about 3.5 hours of design - was all I could give it.
If you do go over, realize that the theme this week was "Amazing Adult Fantasy" featuring a character called Spiderman - Mine's at the bottom of page 9 - none of the other art on page 9 should get you in trouble, but I won't speak to the safety of your eyeballs or brain should you hit any of the other pages.
I have many thoughts on self identity, and the difficulty of getting used to contacts after wearing glasses since I was 8.
I have many thoughts on many things, and they are all mooshing around my brain goo -
but it's friday morning, the sun is out, my face is naked, and I have a day of Stupid On Fire in front of me. (Smells a lot like burning tires.)
Crank up the industrial,
break out the Tea of Rebellion,
and let's make some art.
Or whatever passes for art around here.
New cover is up. Not pleased with it, but it's up over on Whitechapel. Not going to link to it from here (parts of that thread are NSFW) and not going to link to it off my site, because setting one's preformance review on fire might be viewed as a career limiting move (or a CLM, as we often say here at the four-letter company of acronyms.) Took about 1 hour of sketching and about 3.5 hours of design - was all I could give it.
If you do go over, realize that the theme this week was "Amazing Adult Fantasy" featuring a character called Spiderman - Mine's at the bottom of page 9 - none of the other art on page 9 should get you in trouble, but I won't speak to the safety of your eyeballs or brain should you hit any of the other pages.
I have many thoughts on self identity, and the difficulty of getting used to contacts after wearing glasses since I was 8.
I have many thoughts on many things, and they are all mooshing around my brain goo -
but it's friday morning, the sun is out, my face is naked, and I have a day of Stupid On Fire in front of me. (Smells a lot like burning tires.)
Crank up the industrial,
break out the Tea of Rebellion,
and let's make some art.
Or whatever passes for art around here.