Miri again

Just some 'Miri sketches. The two people she's hugging are her adopted fathers. . . looks a little weird, because none of them appear to be wearing clothes, but it was mainly done as an exercise in getting volumes of people's bodies to interact. And the chick attempting to hug her at the bottom is her adopted sis. . . Miri is confused by hugs from that lady.

Oh, and some facial expressions. I like the rage one.

Pauline et al

Oh, boy, I fell behind on posting this one.

Basically, my churchy lady developed somewhat beyond just being a doodle. She's got a name, Pauline, and two nieces, pictured here. Augustine is the grumpy teen, with Sophie, her younger sister.

Pauline lives in America, and her sister Margaret, the mother to the two girls, is married to some rich banker and lives in London. The girls are usually shipped off to Pauline's for a couple of months each summer for that wholesome New England air that Margaret misses occasionally. I'll paste a chat I had with a friend towards the end of the post, if anyone cares to delve deeper into their backstories. Anyway, here's the trio posing for a ye olde tyme photoe.

And these are (from left to right) - couple Margaret sketches. Most of the 1930's dress design seemed to be about streamlining the silhouette. Since Margaret's hips are anything but slim and boyish after having two kids, I was trying to find an appropriate solution - she's quite the fashionista (and married to a rich banker means you can afford to indulge in every clothing whim), so she still has to look lovely, despite whatever shortcomings in her proportions.

In the middle, Margaret is brushing Augustine's (or Gussie's) hair, whilst her daughter is moping about not being pretty enough, or something. Her mother embarrasses her by sharing her insecurities when she was Gussie's age. . . Naturally, Gussie thinks her mother is making light of her personal tragedies, because the things she's listing off seem foolish.

On the far right is a random sketch of Pauline from her missionary days in Africa. Yep.

And here's the log of my chat for anyone interested:

Stubby folks

While listening to The Hobbit audiobook (I adore Rob Inglis's voices for all the different characters), I just started absolutely itching to draw some dwarf folk.

Oh, and look, there's a random hobbit in there, too. Not Bilbo, nor Frodo, nor Samwise/Merry/Pippin. . . just a random citizen of the Shire.

Rivalry!

As of yet unnamed rival for Vivi plotting against her in some dessert competition. Ms. Noname is a celebrity pastry chef, who's not above dirty tricks to keep herself in the spotlight.

Sketches!

Practicing on making facial expressions more fluid. . . Towards the bottom I felt brave enough to attempt to put feelings into the whole body. D:

WOMBATS!!

Bizarre and long story short, odd anime fanart led me to question why human characters are represented as horses and wonder if I can't mock it with wombats. The answer is no, no I could not, because these guys are too freaking adorable and it would be an utter crime to put a Naruto headband on one of these deliciously plump bristly clumps of love.

Looked at a few photos to get the general idea. Their pointy butts are utterly hilarious and we could all benefit from having a wombat in our lives:

Churchy Lady

A coworker had an early breakfast with his church-going friend. I don't know what the lady in question looks like, but the words "churchy lady" conjured up that in my head.

I usually dislike inking intensely, so I used a 'carving' method, I suppose is the best way of calling it: I picked a brush much thicker than required, and carved out necessary thinness with my eraser. Still not sure how I feel about the long straight lines of the legs. I never know how to make them look appealing enough to suit my tastes.