I’m sure I’ve reblogged this set about ten times.
I find that I do not care, and reblog it again.
I’m sure I’ve reblogged this set about ten times.
I find that I do not care, and reblog it again.
A very happy birthday to the Lord of the Morbid, Edward Gorey!
My most profound artistic role model, and a paradigm of a man. Eccentric, brilliant, asexual, utterly unique in his field. It remains one of my deepest regrets that he died only days before I found his work, and I could never meet him to thank him for it.
I hope there are cats where you are now, Master Gorey.
So while I’m selling the Lazy Afternoon and just after I finished the Sapphist Lenormand (more on that as news warrants) I decided that I would relax a bit and enjoy my success…
…by starting a new tarot deck.
Masochist in training, over here.
It doesn’t have a name yet, so I’ve been calling it the Lazy Afternoon’s Big Sister, since it’s done in the same medium, but is more technically skilled and symbolically mature.
Clockwise from top left is Loki as the Magician, dog-headed St. Christopher as the Fool, an owl-woman in Afganistan as the High Priestess, and a woman with a cornucopia as the Empress.
Dog-headed St. Christopher is my favorite obscure Catholic myth, and the short version goes like this: St Christopher was once called Reprobus, and he was of the race of dog-headed men who ate human flesh, but were considered to have a soul because they raised animals and so forth. Seeing the injustices perpetrated against the Christians by the Romans, he had a crisis of faith and converted. He was said to have great beastly fangs like a boar, and long flowing hair, and to have been handsome of countenance despite his monstrous face. The most famous legend about St. Christopher is depicted on his traditional medal, and says that he was an extraordinarily strong man, and when one day was asked by a child to carry it across the river, he found himself struggling as if the child weighed ten times what it should. The child revealed itself to be Christ, and said that Christopher struggled because he carried the weight of the whole world on his shoulders.
Fair warning! This deck is going to be…mildly eccentric.
More cards to come soon. Enjoy. :)
A little waltz, sketched over lunch.
If you’re wondering, this week is all about finishing the book for the Mathematics Tarot, which is proving far more difficult than I originally assumed it would be, even though I’ve vastly shortened my preliminary outline.
I need to draw pretty ladies every 24 hours during this process or else my brain will explode.
Oh! I completely forgot to upload the finished Birthday Thing I made for my sister.
She asked for A Variety Pastiche of Crap, otherwise known as:
I think it took me something like fourteen hours. She loved it.
And they all lived happily ever after.
The wheelchair!
I went a little more Art Deco than Art Nouveau, but I still really like the end result. I’ve never drawn anything like this before! It was terribly fun.
Anyone remember these girls?
I wanted to draw them again, but I started drawing the curly-haired girl on the ground again and thought, “Why does my brain want this?” Thus, her girlfriend appeared with a wheelchair to answer that question. I want to redesign the wheelchair to be more like an art nouveau scrolls-and-vines gardeny sort of thing.
I’m starting to flesh them out as denizens of a magical kingdom. Probably made of marshmallows and adorable.
ETA: Reuploaded with a nicer scan.
First of the promised pretty ladies!
I don’t think it’s physically possible to get smooth pencil crayon shading.
A wee beastie from the short story I’m working on. They’re genetically engineered killing machines called kingfishers (guess what they fish for) who no longer have a purpose after the wars ended. Our Heroine is lead astray from her thesis research by a family of them.