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Fear the turnip!

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/8904989/

She came out rather a lot like the young hag character currently on Digger. I think that left to my own devices, I default to chunky large-cheeked females or something...

The nifty thing with this piece was that I did the skin tones in watercolor, which is so much easier than painting then in acrylic that there are no words. I did a lot of the underpaintings in watercolor, then sealed 'em with acrylic matte medium and did acrylic bits over the top--it worked out some places better than others, but it was another testament to how cool clayboard is.

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ursulav

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Fear the turnip!

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/8904989/

She came out rather a lot like the young hag character currently on Digger. I think that left to my own devices, I default to chunky large-cheeked females or something…

The nifty thing with this piece was that I did the skin tones in watercolor, which is so much easier than painting then in acrylic that there are no words. I did a lot of the underpaintings in watercolor, then sealed ‘em with acrylic matte medium and did acrylic bits over the top–it worked out some places better than others, but it was another testament to how cool clayboard is.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


breeden
ursulav

Danger! Danger!

So "Irrational Fears" is going to be running over at Modern Tales Longplay for a month--they needed something to fill a slot, they put out a call to the MT people, and on a whim, I said "Hey, I got this thing that most people probably haven't read yet, it's a little weird and the art is kinda crude now, but if you really are desperate..." And they really were desperate. (Don't subscribe to MT in hopes of new content--it's just the self-contained Under-the-Bed story. Subscribe to MT for other reasons, like that it's a cool site.)

So I needed to make up some graphics for it. So I opened that dusty and long-untouched folder labelled "Irrational" to pull up the pages and see what I could find.

And there were two files with unfamiliar names.

And I opened them.

And they were the opening to the Mothman adventure, all laid out, but with just the crude thumbnails and no art. I don't remember writing them, but there they are, in which Chu rents a truck and gets some equipment built and drives off to West Virginia singing along to Tom Waits.

The files are calling my name.

But I CAN'T! I mean, even aside from the swamp of doom, if I did the first two pages, I couldn't put them up because then people would demand more, and then I'd have to finish the Mothman story, and it'd take forever, and I don't have time. I don't have anything like time. I have NO TIME. I can just barely fit in originals into my schedule because I can sell them and get money, if I'm lucky, and I need them for the cons, but I have no time at all for another comic, even just a short vignette, and the plot idea, which I vaguely remember, is probably stupid anyway and then people'd hate it and I'd have expended time and energy on making people think I'm a hack. No. Can't do it. Keeping up with Digger is already a struggle with my current workload. I cannot do it. I can't. No way, no how.

But still, in tiny, hissing chupacabra voices, it calls my name...

breeden
ursulav

Danger! Danger!

So “Irrational Fears” is going to be running over at Modern Tales Longplay for a month–they needed something to fill a slot, they put out a call to the MT people, and on a whim, I said “Hey, I got this thing that most people probably haven’t read yet, it’s a little weird and the art is kinda crude now, but if you really are desperate…” And they really were desperate. (Don’t subscribe to MT in hopes of new content–it’s just the self-contained Under-the-Bed story. Subscribe to MT for other reasons, like that it’s a cool site.)

So I needed to make up some graphics for it. So I opened that dusty and long-untouched folder labelled “Irrational” to pull up the pages and see what I could find.

And there were two files with unfamiliar names.

And I opened them.

And they were the opening to the Mothman adventure, all laid out, but with just the crude thumbnails and no art. I don’t remember writing them, but there they are, in which Chu rents a truck and gets some equipment built and drives off to West Virginia singing along to Tom Waits.

The files are calling my name.

But I CAN’T! I mean, even aside from the swamp of doom, if I did the first two pages, I couldn’t put them up because then people would demand more, and then I’d have to finish the Mothman story, and it’d take forever, and I don’t have time. I don’t have anything like time. I have NO TIME. I can just barely fit in originals into my schedule because I can sell them and get money, if I’m lucky, and I need them for the cons, but I have no time at all for another comic, even just a short vignette, and the plot idea, which I vaguely remember, is probably stupid anyway and then people’d hate it and I’d have expended time and energy on making people think I’m a hack. No. Can’t do it. Keeping up with Digger is already a struggle with my current workload. I cannot do it. I can’t. No way, no how.

But still, in tiny, hissing chupacabra voices, it calls my name…

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


breeden
ursulav

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Today contained the entertaining moment, around fourish, when I suddenly realized that I have a convention in ONE WEEK and have prepared minimally to not at all. I have plenty of originals, but they're expensive originals--I need the small ones, 'cos they're the big sellers. (Which is why I always have to replace them, alas.)

I have not gotten my print stock anywhere near neccessary levels.

The one thing I have managed to do was the one thing that required someone else to expend a lot of effort--namely getting an order with the incomparable Ellen, so that I can sell Stuff in addition to art. So even if my computer explodes tomorrow, I'll still have stuff for the table. But the prints are generally where I turn the significant profits, so with a grunt, I fired up Ye Olde Printer and began what promises to be a week of relative panic.

On the bright side, the swamp has--not receded, but at least is holding, as I wait for confirmation on sketches, and so cannot proceed anyway, and thus may paint small lizard slug-charmers and whatnot without guilt.

breeden
ursulav

(no subject)

Today contained the entertaining moment, around fourish, when I suddenly realized that I have a convention in ONE WEEK and have prepared minimally to not at all. I have plenty of originals, but they’re expensive originals–I need the small ones, ‘cos they’re the big sellers. (Which is why I always have to replace them, alas.)

I have not gotten my print stock anywhere near neccessary levels.

The one thing I have managed to do was the one thing that required someone else to expend a lot of effort–namely getting an order with the incomparable Ellen, so that I can sell Stuff in addition to art. So even if my computer explodes tomorrow, I’ll still have stuff for the table. But the prints are generally where I turn the significant profits, so with a grunt, I fired up Ye Olde Printer and began what promises to be a week of relative panic.

On the bright side, the swamp has–not receded, but at least is holding, as I wait for confirmation on sketches, and so cannot proceed anyway, and thus may paint small lizard slug-charmers and whatnot without guilt.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.