Thursday, September 25, 2014

Hamsters. Lots of 'em.

Some friends recently acquired a pet hamster for their daughter.  Little did they know that this hamster was doing its very best impersonation of a clown car and was in fact harboring seven of its own tiny little hamster babies at the time of its adoption. Suddenly, their life consists of a mission to humanely rid themselves of seven tiny little hamster babies. 

Want one?  Let me know, I'll put you in touch.

I decided to have fun with the idea of what would happen should my friends find themselves unable to rid themselves of seven tiny little hamster babies... their multiplication is surely inevitable.

I show you these sketches to you with the following caveats: (A) I haven't drawn much for about a month (and I'm not proud of that) and (B) I drew them while hopped up on Kroger brand Day-Quil for this blasted cold that's still haunting me.

That being said...

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Not Dead.

So... it's been awhile.  I have my reasons!

The biggest reason being that I was in England and Scotland for a criminally short amount of time (criminally short = only ten days).  Need proof?

Buckingham Palace where we were NOT immediately ushered in for tea with Her Majesty. A strongly worded Yelp review should straighten things out. See if I ever go back THERE again! This is an awful picture of my very-much-handsome better half but a cute one of me. My blog, I win.

The days leading up to this trip (which commenced on Sept 2) and the days after (we've been back a week now) have been hectic. Not to mention I've contracted the cold that Josh picked up in Edinburgh.

Surely, I planned to draw while we were away, right?  Yes, I did, but what that amounts to is that my sketchbook had an all-expenses paid trip to London and Edinburgh and essentially was not called upon to perform any duties other than guarding the inside pocket of my suitcase.  I drew a quick sketch of Edinburgh Castle in the guestbook of the apartment we stayed in but other than that? Nada. Walking 6-8 miles a day doesn't leave much energy for doodlin'.

So there you have it...a barrage of excuses. Work resumes as soon as I shake this cold and the post-amazing-trip-to-England depression.