One Trick Python

This piece evolved over a couple weeks from no snake to mostly snake and though it's an illustration for a story I haven't yet written, or may never write, I'm sure there are already sixty-dozen heavily-documented mythological stories that could fit it perfectly.  And sketchbook-wise, I'm a firm believer that there's not a composition out there that couldn't benefit from a little ophidian action. 

I'm in winterland now without scanner access, so this will have to suffice as my holiday picture.  It's got green and red, right?  And ample snakeage!

Gloves for the Feet

 

Any excuse to draw stripy hand socks. 

It Is All Done With Minimal Atmosphere

 I did most of these on the plane from Milwaukee to Philly with people trying to talk through my earphones. Yes, you are very nice and your voice is way higher than expected and I know we were on the same plane on the way out and isn't that funny, but look look look, this is my special doodle place and it is flying!

It Is All Very Symbolic

 

No Ryan Lee, the boas are not octopus tentacles.  I have already done the tentacles, they are old and soiled and done for and these are all new, new new things. 

Two of these were fairly fast but the third one took forever because she was wearing patterns from like three different continents and six different time periods and I really wanted to combine them into a rad devo devastator; they clashed hard and burned six pieces of watercolor paper before I threw in the paper towel.

Oh the fritters of detail.

The Fashion, with Props

 

I really want to be interested in fashion, but I can't.  It's too normal.   Needs more mollusks. 

Plath a-Nonplussed

I've been reading much Sylvia Plath of late. I tend to skip back and forth in her unabridged journal for heightened contrast. Cheery, abysmal, excited, despairing, cheeky, morbid. Here, she is seen modeling a chimeric outfit assembled from the various black and white photos available. She is currently more on the pensive side, with potentially negative tendencies.


Actually I have no idea what I'm doing. I keep opening the book at random, reading a page, closing it, and repeating the process. No bookmark, no brain, no problem.

Make More Babies

Despondent teens, farmhands in heat, bonnets, log cabins, and apple pie: frontier living had it all.


Two notes:

1) sorry, Isaac, I was going to use 'Isaiah,' but it just looks awkward. As far as I know, you are not a womanizer, but you DO have the potential chromosome.

2) the only apple pie I've had in 5 years was packaged in a brown paper bag and yes, it was worth it.