I am showing you my first batch of commissions! They have been mailed out, and I think most have been received. If I am spoiling the surprise I apologize (but only a little).
I somehow forgot to scan this. OR as I suspect is more likely I saved it somewhere stupid and will never find the file again. Another one is also missing, but I don't even have a stupid photobooth picture of it. It involved a wonderful lady riding a cat. You would have loved it.
This one probably hasn't arrived yet, and I am worried that this is not what he wanted at all and yet at the same time, whatever. When you ask me for Cruella and puppies, this is what you get. Moral of the day: Be specific.
Can't forget this guy, drawn for the Hey Oscar Wilde it's Clobberin' Time
blog. QUIZ TIME: Can you
guess who it is (it is really easy).
Guys, I get to draw a comic about this:
The Rage of Egil
At the beginning of winter, a large number of people held a ball-game. They came from all over the district. Egil, who was seven years old then, drew as his opponent a boy called Grim, who was eleven or twelve and strong for his age. When they played, Egil proved the weaker. He left the game, and the boys laughed at him. Egil went looking for Thord Granison, the young and very promising son of Grani of Granistead, and told him what had happened. Thord said, “I’ll go with you and we’ll get our own back on him.” Thord handed him a skeggax [one-handed ax]. They walked to where the boys were playing. Egil leapt at Grim and drove the ax into his head so that it penetrated the brain.
I am so fucking happy.