Another piece of the Wombat Tarot--this time the Strength card, wherein the virginal wombat maiden tames the ferocious echidna, mighty king of monotremes, through purity of heart, force of character, and a handy daisy leash.
And a piece that's been kicking around for awhile--I've been wanting to paint a warthog since seeing them at the Pheonix zoo. They have the most magnificent faces. And eyelashes! Where is it written that otherwise hideous creatures will often have gorgeous eyelashes?
In other news, chocolate IS obviously a fabulous mouse bait, and we took another fuzzy little intruder down to the field at the end of the block and released it. James didn't believe there was a mouse in the trap at first, so he was rattling it going "Are you sure there's a mouse in there?" "Yes! A very seasick mouse, now!"
Also, I am the squirrel's bitch. I lay in wait with a squirt gun and nailed him as he chomped my finch bar...and he looked at me. I squirted him again. Repeatedly. He didn't even flinch. Water? What did he care? James, at this point, was snickering wildly, and thoroughly defeated, I slunk away, leaving the squirrel swinging happily on the birdfeeder, soggy but victorious.
Oh! And before I forget, there's an interview up over at Woodworks interviewing me, and discussing such burning questions as "What's the weirdest thing you've ever drawn?"