I am sure that [some of, most of] you will be thrilled to no end that NaArMaMo is over and I will SHUT THE HELL UP ABOUT IT FINALLY.

My army of cork moai is watching you. Know that.


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You know those people? The ones in art school who are so amazingly self-possessed and certain of themselves that it intimdates you half to death, and so you avoid them in order not to spend your waking moments being intimidated half to death, but probably if you had let your guard down a little and struck up a conversation with them, they would ( Read more... )

Today's naart was an excruciating three hours of hand lettering, which um. You're not allowed to see. It's dead boring anyway ( Read more... )

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Mmmm. I suppose I've hit that midway point in NaArMaMo where I'm too tired to document what I've worked on after I've finished it. There are a few missing patches here and there, but art has been happening nonetheless. I have proof!

NaArMaMo, Day the Sixteenth:A long, sticky walk to the library (closed, woe) and then to the farmers' market ( ( Read more... )

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Bashed my left forearm this evening - between that and the tension it's been under with all the drawing, it definitely needed a rest. And thus do I turn to iconning. Because one should never abandon a pithy phrase before one has beaten it fully into the ground (thanks to spiralsheep for the inspiration and phrase streamlining).


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NaArMaMo, Day The Fifth: 2 Great Sheets!, or, A Kiss & Make Up Day
I missed the 5th - you might have seen - because I was ensconced with cupcake assemblage. Thanks to electricwitch for pointing out the obvious thing for me to draw in my matchbook sketchbook.


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