Look, I’ve seen my share of chicken breasts. I’ve even seen my share of Kroger brand frozen chicken breasts. But what. The. Hell is that thing in the foreground in he left picture? For reference, everything else on that plate is a reasonable sized chicken breast. Four to six inches long, random shapes since no two birds are the same. But the monster in the foreground is easily ten inches long.
This gave rise to a discussion about mutant chickens living in Yuma Flats, Nevada. One chicken in particular, named Bubba. The image on the right is an image of Bubba, as I was challenged to draw him by Oldest Boy Child. And yes, that’s a normal sized barn cat quivering in Bubba’s shadow.
Sat with the kinder for cartoon time, and drew up this image of Burpy from Slugterra. It's today's drawing ... I will get back to the manual, really. It's just that the new pad is a different shape, and I haven't stretched some of my other drawing chops in a bit. :)
I know this is a successful drawing, because both daughters exclaimed "It's Burpy!"
Sayeth thus ~ "Thy mother beeth so gross & portly, tht when she bendeth over, ye tide cometh in." The reply ~ "I am as ye berryes of ye huckle-bush unto thee."
Plate II from the section on How To Appropriately Enter A Combat, from the Longe-Lost Manual of Ian Raven - but on a comfy shirt! Available in sizes.
If you haven't seen it on tumblr or faceyspace, I'm working on a Norse tarot deck. Mainly sketches so far, but I have plans in the new year. I have four real, live people who want this to be a real, purchasable Thing, so I feel I need to actually do it.
Shall a combatant be struck upon his stomach but stayte loudlye that twas his arm, drinke.
Plate III from the section on Sport, from the Longe-Lost Manual of Ian Raven - but on a comfy shirt! Available in sizes.