Spin This Wheel To Receive A Transformation Potion ^_^

My face is still numb but I made it!

I’m supposed to be selling my art at a market at 5 today. It’s 4:06 and I’m at the dentist and they just numbed up half my mouth. Whaaaaat have I done.

In high society, one is expected to have one’s horns cut and filed routinely. Overgrown horns can be a hazard to oneself and others, so to let them grow out is viewed as a sign of carelessness and antisocial tendencies. Should one be away from home, say, on a prolonged naval voyage, portable horn trimming kits are a must! One wouldn’t want to return home from travel looking like an unruly beast!

I’m building her something

At the risk of sounding anti-intellectual, I think that college should be free and also not a requirement for employment outside of highly specialized career fields

I made this fake cover a while ago for the concept that ended up being my capstone. I changed it a lot (including giving it a better title) but I still really like this cover! Maybe I’ll redraw it?

The cool thing about being an artist is that there’s no one path to success. No one can tell you what to do… The uncool thing is that I need someone to tell me what to do or I will be paralyzed with indecision forever.

you dont have to be a parent to understand the horror of walking into a room to discover that the baby crawled out of his crib and onto that pottery wheel you forgot to turn off, and while the baby is spinning around and around, the dog is sitting there all calm, like a person, gently using his paws to fashion the babys soft cartilage head into something a little more modern.  it might be the classic tale of bad parenting, but lets see where the dog is going with this

A Nighttime Smoke, acrylic pens on Cheeze-it box flap.