Dreaming Ilythiiri

Not really work-safe, though there's not really much to see in that department.

I've had this concept in mind for a while, and earlier this evening I found the ideal pose in one of Marcus Ranum's stock photographs.


I'll be adding some stargazer lilies soon enough. *eyeroll* Not just yet, though, as I've got a wee commission to work on in the morning.

The End of the Path

Extra-girly Mikala in progress. I know dragon disciples are supposed to take on elongated, draconic features in the end, but bite me. I wanted teh pretty.



Leaning on his staffspear or blowing a kiss and pole-dancing? You decide.

Eye candy sugar rush!

I so love rediscovering artists I used to enjoy and finding that they've become even better in the interim. Exceptionally enamoured of this one because her art is essentially what I was aiming for in terms of style before I more or less stopped doing lineart altogether. It's hard to explain how nice it is to see a concrete version of what you wanted to do before you went down a different path. Win-win!

Plus it's full of brain candy for those of us who love pretty androgynes--this, in particular, has me itching to try drawing Mikala further into his apotheosis. And in some unashamedly fancy clothes.

...and an apparently feminist wemic

Quick sketch because I tripped over the phrase on her t-shirt earlier this evening and it reminded me of something...

I mean, would you tell her to shave her legs?

(Sorry, Myn. *snerk*)

Went a little nuts with her hair, but it was fun.

And a sulk...

Because if drawing freckled, moping planars doesn't improve my mood, I don't know what will.

(I draw him wearing his glasses all the time, but honestly, he takes them off frequently; he's farsighted, so they're only a necessity for seeing things within a few feet.)

An Ungentle Embrace

Last night, I finished the picture that was supposed to be the pink monstrosity I mentioned earlier. It ended up going wine red and black, and being of someone else.

Today... ugh. There's nothing for it but NSFW self-indulgence, I'm afraid. I've had this one around for some time, but it needed some alterations. And his hand still seems much too big...

Urgg...

Working on a trade with Jess. There is so much dusty rose floating around this painting that I actually threw up earlier due to an overdose of teh pink.

It may also have been because of dinner, but I'm banking on the painting.

I'm in utter colour system shock, going from a nice, muted brown/navy/gold piece to pink, purple, and turquoise. I'm not sure if I can see this through without some serious re-tinting.

I may just have to start over with a new sketch, though. This painting, it turns out, wants to be someone else. Wah!