classy

oh my god. it's been a long time since my last update. so much for the promise of once a week. i have an excuse though - i call it chiropractic school.
i've been very busy since the start of the term, but that's hardly a bad thing.

i digress.

here's an unfinished drawing of my friend's fursona - a tarentaise cow named edelweiss.
kind of an inside joke/portrait combo.

the bad girls

sulia [above] and chase [below]
two of the girls from my story - both of them are incredible combatants.
heh, the drawings were both done on the same page, as you can see by the extra body parts in each image. i don't particularly like these drawings anymore, and they were intended for practice rather than anything else...

tower

inspired by vienna teng's song, "the tower".
the lyrics reminded me of clarity, one of the girls from the story.
i consider this a 'failed attempt'. i'll probably try to do another [better] version later.

lyrics [for those interested]:

The one who survives by

making the lives of others worthwhile

She's coming apart

right before my eyes

The one who depends on the services she renders

to those who come knocking

She's seeing too clearly what she can't be

What understanding defies

She says I need not to need

or else a love with intuition

Someone who reaches out to my weakness

and won't let go

I need not to need

I've always been the tower

but now I feel like I'm the flower

trying to bloom in snow

She turns out the light anticipating night

falling tenderly around her

and watches the dusk

The words won't come

She carries the act so convincingly the fact is

sometimes she believes it

That she can be happy the way things are

Be happy with the things she's done

And yet I need not to need

or else a love with intuition

Someone who reaches out to my weakness

and won't let go

I need not to need

I've always been the tower

but now I feel like I'm the flower trying to bloom in snow

Reach out

but hold back

Where is safety?

Reach outand hold back

Where is the one who can change me?

Where is the one?

I need not to need

or else a love with intuition

someone who reaches out to my weakness

and won't let go

I need not to need

I've always been the tower

but now I feel like I'm the flower trying to bloom in snow

The danger and the power

The friend and the foe...

death god

since it first aired in english on cartoon network a little more than 8 years ago, i've been a huge fan of gundam wing. here's a very quick [and slightly older] doodle of duo maxwell - pilot of the incredibly bad ass deathscythe.

tomorrow - i'm off to visit my hometown in michigan for a week, so i won't be able to post next monday, but i promise to update as soon as i return to california!

self portrait

it's sad when the best drawing i've ever done of myself is one where i'm not actually human.
anyway, this is pretty much the look i've had since i've moved to california. it's too hot to wear anything else.
...but never too hot for coffee.

first shot

it's a shame that blogspot crops the hell out of the images...augh!
this is kaat...some of you may remember old drawings of her from my VCL days...her design is about 11 years old, now. still a favorite of mine, though. she's always fun to draw when i don't know what i really want to work on.

oldie from last year - doodle of chase mallory - from the story i am writing that pays homage to werewolf: the apocalypse, which was basically my life as a teenager. sad.
this is probably the best drawing of this character i have ever done. her face turned out exactly how i always envisioned it.

another oldie:
okay.
BACKSTORY.

when i worked for pall life sciences as a microbiologist [prior to moving to los angeles for chiropractic school] i had a lot of experiences that often reminded me of a really bad cartoon. i wanted to recreate some of the goings on at pall corp by making little comic strips. the first step was to make caricatures of my coworker, my boss, and of course - myself. i didn't get beyond the sketch of myself ...however, this is a pretty accurate depiction of my usual on-the-job expression, and the fact that i essentially lived on coffee.
hell, i still live on coffee...