Gobble 'Til You Wobble

Time to dig out the stretch pants... That is, if you can catch Tom Turkey.

Second Star from the Right

My favorite kind of adventure usually involves a bathtub and a little imagination. Doing a digital scrathboard was an adventure all its own.

It's so Fluffeh!

A little fan art in honor of my second oldest, Charly, who loves all things unicorn, soft, and FLUFFEH! An album cover for Agnus Gru if she ever decides to launch her music career.

It's a Circus Act

When asked to take a 5th grader's work of art and turn it into a digital painting, the 5th grader in you comes out and you get all nervous, wondering if they will like what you did, or if all the kids are going to laugh at you.

It's the Creepiest Time of the Year

A little something to kick off the Halloween season...

Happy Little Mermaid

I love, love, love how this one turned out! One of my favorite pieces so far. I think I may spend some time exploring this technique for my personal work.

A little about the process:

After sketching the image, I "cut" each piece out and assembled the pieces. 

I then added digital texture to make the pieces look like real paper.

Last, I created drop shadows, an environment, and a fun little frame.

This little mermaid is very happy to have found a pretty pearl!

If I Only Had a Brain

"We must certainly get to the Emerald City if we can," the Scarecrow continued, and he pushed so hard on his long pole that it stuck fast in the mud at the bottom of the river. Then, before he could pull it out again--or let go--the raft was swept away, and the poor Scarecrow left clinging to the pole in the middle of the river.

"Good-bye!" he called after them, and they were very sorry to leave him. Indeed, the Tin Woodman began to cry, but fortunately remembered that he might rust, and so dried his tears on Dorothy's apron.

Of course this was a bad thing for the Scarecrow.

"I am now worse off than when I first met Dorothy," he thought. "Then, I was stuck on a pole in a cornfield, where I could make-believe scare the crows, at any rate. But surely there is no use for a Scarecrow stuck on a pole in the middle of a river. I am afraid I shall never have any brains, after all!"

Down the stream the raft floated, and the poor Scarecrow was left far behind. Then the Lion said:

"Something must be done to save us. I think I can swim to the shore and pull the raft after me, if you will only hold fast to the tip of my tail."

So he sprang into the water, and the Tin Woodman caught fast hold of his tail. Then the Lion began to swim with all his might toward the shore. It was hard work, although he was so big; but by and by they were drawn out of the current, and then Dorothy took the Tin Woodman's long pole and helped push the raft to the land."

               

              -The Wizard of Oz