Here’s another in-class sketch, with a bit of color thrown in for fun.
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Superstickman Bob
Consider this a small teaser for Stickman Bob’s newest adventure, coming this winter to a web browser near you.
Rats!
After a bit of a hiatus, Barefoot Kraken returns—with the subject of rats. And so I give you a glimpse of that verminous animal in its natural state: preparing to maul your ankles off.
(Please note: The above description unfortunately perpetuates a false stereotype for the purposes of humor. In actuality, rats are much more likely to go for your eyes first.)
Anime! – Part 3
And here’s the final version. Yes, that’s the name of their team.
Anime!
Yeah, I know. There’s actually nothing strange or disturbing happening in this post… unless you count the fact that I drew it at all.
This was basically just a quick test of my anime impersonation skills… Mostly because I’ve never tried it before, and also because it’s sort of connected to another project I’m working on at the moment.
More on that later, though. Right now I suddenly have the urge to write a couple reams of fan fiction.
If Perfume Companies Made Sandwiches
Illustration Friday: Visitors
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It’s been a while, but here’s this week’s Illustration Friday topic: visitors.
Okay, I know I’ve done giant slugs before, but they’re just so applicable… I can’t help it.
Nose
This week’s Barefoot Kraken features that most helpful of organs, the nose. (Rachel’s, here ›)
Anyway, as I’m going to be off vacationizing for the next week and a half, don’t go all crazy and stab yourself in the armpit if the site goes without an update for a while. Consider yourself properly warned.
The Umbrella Warrior
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Then Edna, eyes gleaming as the twin lamp-stones of the great East Tower, drew Sleetbane from its cradle and fell upon the gathered host of undead with violent indignation. It is said that with each horrible grey head or arm severed, Dalsfveg’s hold upon his army faltered, until the remaining few made a vain retreat in the direction of the river bed.
Overcome with rage, Dalsfveg himself slew those that escaped the whirling circle of Sleetbane’s destruction, until he found himself alone upon the muddy field now choked with the remnants of his army. Edna’s scornful laugh found him then, clawing its way though his visions of conquest, rending them beyond repair. And with a nondescript flourish of her bloodied umbrella, Edna bade the Necromancer farewell, remarking on the unfortunate predisposition of his minions to end up in pieces, and voicing the hope that his next deadly army would prove of less shoddy workmanship.
–Excerpt from Tales of Edna Weatherspindle