***EDIT: You can pre-order the Major Arcana deck here!*** I did it! The Solipsist Tarot’s Major Arcana is complete! *confetti*
I have no idea how or why, but sometime in the middle of painting Panda Man parts for another one of those automatons, the urge to to make a popup book about a man-bear going on strange adventures took hold.
Down to the wire now! Two cards left. Anybody else as stoked to see these finished as I am?!
If there is one thing I’ve learned since I’ve started this illustration malarkey, it’s that besides my affinity for painting MMA fighters doing silly things, I also love nothing more than to paint people and things wearing costumes while in peculiar situations.
First, here’s a new Auditory Whiplash playlist. It’s about all those times things didn’t quite work out, for whatever reason.
The closer I get to finishing the Major Arcana, the more daunting it becomes. I don’t know if it’s because I’m over-thinking the last few, but it suddenly feels like a harrowing task!
And 4 more. Half-way done!
Down 8 Major Arcana cards, only 14 left to go!
Welcome to my Dopamine Den, where I can revel in my love for minor chords and unnecessary key changes, all of it at the threshold of pain and away from the world.
Left work early so I could hitch a ride to the Natural History Museum to catch the last First Fridays of the year.
In case it’s not been made clear by the whacky weather we’ve been having, it’s Spring here in the Northern hemisphere. That alone should hint at how I’ve been feeling about the willy-wielding folks walking around.
To say the past couple of months have been nuts would be an understatement. Haven’t spent much of any time at home, so no, I did not adopt another cat, but yes, the wandering fur balls ARE sentients.
Because who doesn’t need a triple butt on their jacket?
It’s the final round-up. This is the last of these, and you won’t be seeing another batch of these until next year. Get stoked!
It’s time for the Inktober Week 2 1/2 Round-Up!
A small collection of inside jokes and general sketchbook shenanigans.
Some more people I’ve met, know, and have known. That bananazilla has the worst attitude.
There was a bandwagon, so I jumped on it.
Friends don’t touch gloves, they ram bellies.
I find it irritating that I’m only now discovering how much I enjoy wasting my time painting, drawing and embroidering nonsense, as opposed to when I gave outrageous amounts of money to an educational establishment that allowed me to do just that a decade ago. Alas.