This is my letter to angry fanboys.
First, let it be known that I love most fanboys. When I go to a con, most of the guys there are respectful. They share a passion with me, and that’s awesome. We’re all on a rock floating through space with little connection to most of…
This.
After Nightcrawler died, I kind of lost interest in comics. To be fair, my interest had been waning (as well as my income) for some time. I read for a bit after he died but then realized I literally wasn’t enjoying anything I was reading anymore. And not just X-men stuff, but…
THIS.
I spent the morning un-following a bunch of very talented people on Tumblr.
That feels like a really weird thing to say. And it is.
It was nearly a dozen different artists in all, and they were all extremely talented. Part of what moved me to Follow them in the first place was their skill. In…
Wtf, even our fun has to have deep emotional meaning now? No thank you.
Sure why not.
Anybody ever sold at a con in Mass before? Because this sales tax thing is ridiculous to figure out, and without it I can’t sell pinups anywhere.
YARG.
Just some Pinup teasers.
Finished my last gallery submission, so onto this giant pile of half naked men!!
(P.s. that second one is Toki, for some reason the preview imagine went wonky, just click it to see more!)
Once upon a time,
Pirate went to Art All Night, a yearly local art show that is open to anyone. Every year Pirate puts a piece in, and tries to encourage her friends to do the same. Rarely anyone does. Oh well. This year’s show was strange in that there were NO homestuck, NO sherlock and only 4…
Yes.
