Stay low to the ground….

It’s one of those enforced lazy days where I don’t have any really pressing errands, but I’m not feeling well enough to go out and Do Stuff for the heck of it. Days like this I’m thankful for the radio, and for the fact that I enjoy low-activity pastimes like reading and drawing.

After all that screen-staring required for Counting Sheep, I decided to go low-tech and break out the graphite and Prisma pencils. I also didn’t feel like looking up any more reference images after Googling 25+ sheep breeds, so I went with an old familiar character, my owl/kitten Gryphling, in a slightly birdified version of a pose any cat lover (or even cat acquaintance, really) can pull up reasonably well from memory:



As usual I had some issues with the wings and paws, but it nicely served its purposes of killing some time and justifying my purchase of that “artichoke” colored pencil. I’m … not really sure “Artichoke” is any more accurate for this shade of brown (the main pelt/feather color here) than that AI’s infamous choice of “Turdly” was, but I suppose it does sound a little better….

Count me away before you sleep….

Sheeps! So many sheeps! And another P!ATD title, sorry about that, but really how could I resist with this one.

Turns out, these RedBubble challenges are often the only way I can be bothered to do anything remotely constructive art-wise. I did feel pretty awful yesterday, but it came on quickly and wasn’t really the reason I’d been lounging around for most of the morning. I just don’t like, y’know, doing stuff.

Anyhow, along those lines, I originally wanted to do 50 sheep, which working alphabetically through the Wikipedia list would have taken me roughly to the cool polycerate Jacob sheep (skipping the ones without articles or pictures as well as some of the not-so-distinctive meat breeds). Halfway through, though, I decided maybe 25 was a good number and I could finish it up for a special 50-sheep edition some other, more ambitious day.

Even so, there’s actually a ton of variety considering I literally just grabbed the first 25 names for the most part. I skipped one that looked too much like the Beltex, for example, but dang, what is with the Beltex in the first place? I didn’t realize until now that putting a bunch of extra muscles on a shortish ram turns it into a sort of unsettling woolly hog. Likewise, bulking everything up evenly and taking off the wool, like the shorn Australian White rams I saw, gives you tiny cows with floofy (or missing) tails and adorable noses.

Look, we don’t have a lot of sheep where I live.

All in all it was a pretty fun project, once you past the crippling headache and the difficulty of finding reference pics for a lot of the lambs. And yes, I cheated and included the Jacob anyhow, because somehow it seemed more sportsmanlike than skipping all the way down to the Navajo-Churro. What can I say, they’re too cool to leave out.


The days when we were on the same page…

…which is really just my way of using Fitz & the Tantrums to say “this is whatever you call a sketchdump that’s only one page because I’m running out of paper to doodle on during class”


It’s okay, I swear the megalodon was actually relevant for this class! And … wordplay is totally relevant to all linguistics classes, right?

I want honey on my table….

Black Honey, by Thrice

I keep swinging my hand through a swarm of bees/I can’t understand why they’re stinging me
But I’ll do what I want/I’ll do what please/I’ll do it again till I got what I need


Really, this is such a Honey Badger-sounding song, I couldn’t resist (even though I’ve never really drawn a ratel before and probably won’t attempt it again). If the poor guy here would just look up, he might be able to get the stinging over with a lot faster…

Speaking of looking up, while looking up images of the honey badger I discovered that apparently the “fact” that they follow honeyguide birds is more secondhand folk wisdom than something that has been properly documented … anywhere. Who knew?

Save a horse….

Okay, I’ve led you astray with the title again, but it’s still kinda relevant.

This one’s basically a mashup, because I discovered (to my mild dismay) that my brain considers Bishop Briggs’ “Wild Horses” and Ginuiwine’s “Pony” to be interchangeable, and when the former is stuck in my head it frequently segues into the latter at some point mid-chorus without notifying me first.

As you may have noticed, the tune and syllable count aren’t so different:

Let’s do it
Ride it, my pony

Wild horses
Wild horses, run faster

Due to this I decided to envision it as a sort of conversation between the two choruses. The eternally-optimistic pony here is based loosely on a strutting little bay stallion I know.