I’m stuck on a project so I thought I’d doodle some bomb delivery systems (exploding bad guys like for a video game). I especially enjoy the panicking running guy and the little peanut-shaped guy who log-rolls bombs at you.
Neekko always helps me with web coding because I always have some dumb problem that the Internet can’t answer. OTL So I thought I’d repay him with this little painting of my favorite albino Dluggon with a twist.
It’s interesting how the flaps go on the body when they can’t be big glorious capes - they become all…wrinkly frills instead, lol. Also it was interesting to subtract all that muscle.
I was going through old work and found a photo of this old screen we used to print a bunch of stuff back in high school. So I gave my old buddy a vector makeover.
“What is SCROD?" you might ask. To the uninitiated, scrod is a split and boned codfish, dried/salted and then broiled.
We had something of our own dialect in my high school art class, originated by my favorite art teacher ever. SCROD was a word you might say for no reason at all, or to cheer yourself up, or fill a lull in conversation. SCROD is another word for “art student.” SCROD is what you are when you’re afraid but you press on anyway.
I just felt like working a bit this morning - so a sketch using Kyle Webster’s brushes.
When I was little I used to be afraid of the car wash. It’s dark and loud and confusing for a very small child; can you blame me for being afraid?! I don’t know how we ended up calling it the Dancing Noodlies - maybe an attempt by my parents to lessen the horror by making it sound cute. My dad thought it was SO funny and he would laugh the whole time and say things like “Oh noooo Kathryn, the DANCING NOODLIES!” in this kind of funny dad-joke voice.
Every time a car wash comes up around my dad he says it again in the exact same silly faux-fear voice.