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Look Alive
Eli and Wyn.
Wyn is a master of hovering enthusiasm. Which is good, because he could easily knock Eli over if he wasn’t careful.
This is Calypso, my newly finished Ritmo repaint. The dreads just screamed sea creature to me. His dreads glow in the dark, the hooves and horn are screaming purple.
Being Castor’s twin doesn’t mean Wyn expresses himself the same way. Sure, she can pull the same faces, but Wyn’s anger tends to come from hurt or empathy.
Every now and then I remember I have an animation degree. More Castor.
Castor.
Honestly the quiet, observing Castor is far more dangerous. Seem to have succeeded in portraying this.
Just another Lady Castor bust.
I’m sure other artists can relate when I say creativity can be the only thing keeping you sane.
I’m not a predator.
I’m just a man with a plan.
Barn Owl.
Well, it’s true.
Pony commission for GravitationalTimothy! I actually finished this a few days ago, but finally went out to take a picture of it in natural light. It’s too big for my scanner.
I’m actually really excited for this one because I’ve never done such an elaborate traditional pony piece, and it’s a present for his friend. I helped make someone I don’t know their present and that is a happy thing.
I’m not aware of these pony’s names, but I had a lot of fun painting them. The horned pony sort of ended up blending in more than I intended, but I had set out to make her look more part of the forest than the unicorn.
You can watch me paint the whole thing/listen to my sweet jams here or here:
(But you may want to skip through it, it’s well over an hour long and I can’t speed it up)
Kinda wonky but fun Eleven. I want to paint something of him, but I’m not sure I want to go with another forward facing shot. Maybe something simpler, too.
Another Daily. I can hardly seem to draw tonight, but I missed yesterday’s so I better get going.
Pogo the Punk Unicorno. I’m glad to own his figurine, he’s sort of reminds me of Alex.
I’ve always thought that there is a calm place for the Doctor in the TARDIS. He probably couldn’t find it if he tried, but whenever he’s aimlessly wandering the halls fatigued and melancholy, he tends to stumble into it. It is her way of helping, in between companions.
The room appears to be a garden with a personal universe. The planets hang in the air, and if you watch closely, you can see them orbiting. It’s quiet, and lit only by the local sun and the glow of some of the flora.
Though he tried to hide away after the loss of the Ponds, he always seemed to find himself in this room again. It’s never quite the same, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
