I was honored to accept the commission to design a cover for a never-to-be-published brochure on dysphagia.
I was so honored I vomited.
The octopus is my spirit animal.
Sketchtapus
Miniature of my dog, Scud. No, he’s not named after a missile. The missile was named after him.
He and John are wearing the same outfit. How embarrassing.
Fun with #6 plastic:
DID YOU KNOW the lids of some SALAD CONTAINERS are made of the same plastic as SHRINKY-DINKS?
Here’s a drawing of John screaming on #6 plastic baked for 40 seconds in a 350 degree oven in the style of a 18th century miniature. This is a prototype. I’m going to make a better one. Maybe during work tonight if I can get a hold of a salad container.
It’s so very nearly done. Some little, nagging things left to do, but it looks great from far away.
I’m selling it for $10,000, if anyone is interested.
When you hang it up, and someone asks, “what’s that crap?” you can say “that ‘crap’ cost me 10,000 dollars.”
John has been nagging me to post things on the blog:
Continuing pterodactyl painting. It looks good from far away.
I’ve given John larger pectoral muscles than he has in real life but he says I haven’t made the cheekbones prominent enough. So continuing to work on his cheekbones. John had nothing to say about the pectoral muscles.
I am painting a semi-nude self portrait of myself slaying a pterodactyl.
Notice John in the foreground running away like a scared little boy. I’ll post again when it’s done. John says I have to post on my blog once a week and this is all I have, okay?
