Or possibly Adventure Zone

(*not my characters in any way, shape, or form)

A Particular Kitty

(*not my character in any way shape or form)

Woo!

Guess Who!

Fan art

(*based on characters that do not belong to me in any way, shape or form)

Done!

YAY!

Poster

Hey, I'm currently making a poster (this is the thumbnail) for Mother the Car, Root Spirits, and Sin! See em' in Athens, Ga on August 8th. I'll be there so come and hang out with me at The Caledonia Lounge! It'll be awesome!

No really!

You can totally make a wish on an airplane!

Look!

I found one of the pins I made! It's one of the little monsters!

Still Coloring

Still on a coloring kick, made this today in Photoshop.

Drawing and Stuff

Today I had an incredibly powerful urge to color, so I drew and colored this in Photoshop.

FUN TIMES!

Hey everyone! I had a lot of fun at Heroes Con!

I'm sorry that I couldn't put up any of the pictures of making monsters and bunnies, but I accidentally broke the ones I was saving... My bad.

This ended up being my favorite painting I did at Heroes, and I figured I'd put up a pic. You can find more pictures at our group blog lotusproductions.org! You know, as soon as we get them up.

Mold Making

I think I'm only doing one version of each character, I just made the little nightmare last night... It's pretty gosh darn cute.

HEROES!

Greetings and salutations everyone! I'm getting stuff ready for heroes con! Huzzah for making tiny bunnies!!! After I make the mold I'll show you guys what they look like.

Coloring = Good Times!

Hi everyone! It's me again, just dropping in to show you something I did for my Senior Project. These are pages 1-8 of a 22 page comic.

THUMBS!!!

Thumbnails I did for a mini comic that I'm making in my publishing class. I'll be sure to add the finished ones too.

Pages I did for Class

A Short Story I wrote for Fiction Writing Class

Gym

            Todd and I were sitting in the grass under the net in the soccer field when I saw coach heading straight for us.

            “Dude, Todd… He knows it was us.”  Todd looked over at me and smiled. I guessed that we were going to just accept the punishment. Coach stopped about ten feet away; he placed his hands on his hips.

            “Let’s just skip to the part where I punish you and pretend we already covered the part where you boys deny everything.” Todd nodded in agreement, which was a little disappointing. I liked the part where we argued. “ Alright then. You ladies run around the field until I say otherwise.” We obliged and started running. We circled it four times before Todd had finally had enough.

            “Dude, coach. Is there any real lesson to be learned in running around this crap-tastic field? ‘Cause all I see coming from this is more material for expressing myself on the gym walls.” It was Todd’s fault we were running, but I wasn’t completely without blame. Todd had spray painted a giant squid outside on the gym walls, and I added the water and rather nicely done ship. I didn’t see the point in making me run… my drawing was rather good.

            “You’re lucky I’m not calling your parents,” coach said, and we were, “Seeing as running around this ‘crap-tastic’ field till you faint is all you have to do, I’d stop complaining.”

            We had made it around to the stairs leading up to the bleachers. Our shoes stuck to the gum that littered just about everything within a five-mile radius, and the wooden stairs squeaked under our weight. I looked across the landscape and saw some of our friends were playing soccer on the football field. There was a soccer ball present, but it really looked more like a game of tackle whoever tries to kick it.

            “Would you like to sing a merry jig with me?” Todd said smiling; it apparently was the straw that broke the camel’s back because immediately after he began wheezing. Todd had asthma, and running was not one of his strong points. He hacked a little on the old rotting bleachers; we probably wouldn’t have to run for much longer.

            “You probably shouldn’t sing right now Todd, it’s bad for your health.” I had a spare inhaler from his mother; I insisted that I get to keep one with me ever since we had a camping trip turn sour. Todd had to be rushed to a hospital, and I spent the entire car ride screaming at his mother on the phone. I couldn’t believe that she didn’t make sure he had his with him.

            “You girls pick up the pace!” coach shouted from his fold out chair under the net where we had been sitting maybe an hour ago. I couldn’t help but feel a little irritated; he took my seat. Todd’s wheezing was getting worse; I took his inhaler out of my pocket to be ready when he finally reached his limit. Our friends playing soccer turned to look at us one by one, most looked ready to rush over when Todd fell. I wasn’t going to let him fall.

            “It’s time to stop.” He was barely managing to keep up; I grabbed his shoulder and forced him to stop. He took the inhaler from my hand mumbling something about leaving his in his book bag. I looked over to the coach; he signaled that we were done. The look on his face was obvious; he didn’t know. We sat down where we were, the group of soccer players were heading towards us at a reasonably unworried pace. “I think I wanna’ spray paint scuba divers next.” Todd nodded his head in agreement.

Something Cute