I'll spare you a lengthy manifesto on why I feel that way. I just do. Although, there are so many fantastic artists/illustrators out there who do fan art (and they're a trazillion times more talented than I am) the fact remains that it creeps me out. I like to leave the things I love contained in their original packages.
Ok... so now back to Josh's drawing request: Squirrelock Holmes. *sigh* If you've been reading this blog for any length of time you'll recall that I'm more-than-just-a-little enthusiastic about BBC's Sherlock. So Josh requesting that I draw "Squirrelock Holmes" was akin to asking me to do fan art.
You see how I tied everything together there? I'm takin' you on a journey, folks.
So I drew this one... Thinking I'd get out of it easy by doing the old-school Sherlock:
I managed to avoid Josh's specific request back in this post and I wasn't so sure I could avoid it again. The man lives to make me squirm. So feeling all manner of icky and ten and a half shades of creepy, I did this:
My personal apologies to the lovely and talented Mr. Benedict Cumberbatch. It's my husband who's the absolute weirdo that made me draw this.
It was only a matter of time before I'd have to pay for all that swooning I do. I should've gone with the Johnny Lee Miller version... it's too late now.
My clicking of the "Publish" button will set off a chain reaction of cringing that might never stop until I'm dead.