Some More Critter Portraits Ive Done Recently, Including The Glorious Animals Of @chlmera And @dogrocks

Some more critter portraits I’ve done recently, including the glorious animals of @chlmera and @dogrocks 🌸

Seriously I love making these so much, still open for commissions!

Pet commissions are OPEN!

They’re $80/each or $110 for two, DM or email for more info. I wanna draw your fuzzy, feathery, scaly, or slimy friends!

As always, I deeply appreciate any support and signal boosting. Being an artist has always been tough, but AI sure is making it tougher, things are getting a bit scary. Please support real human artists when you can. Keep creating, everyone <3

Soup Comic 3: The feline urge to demand something then immediately decide you don’t want it

Support my work on ko-fi ❤️

Not to be cheesy, but it really does warm my heart when I’m asked to make these. I know I have to get every little detail and marking right because their human knows every little detail and marking, I’m drawing an animal that is so very loved 🥺

Pet commissions are OPEN!

They’re $80/each or $110 for two, DM or email for more info. I wanna draw your fuzzy, feathery, scaly, or slimy friends!

As always, I deeply appreciate any support and signal boosting. Being an artist has always been tough, but AI sure is making it tougher, things are getting a bit scary. Please support real human artists when you can. Keep creating, everyone <3

Day 5: Overcast today, the first rains should be hitting our Allosaurus this evening. I’m not used to thinking of art as something impermanent, in the way we’re impermanent. I look to my cat, the people in my life, I know we’re not here forever and one of us will have to lose the other at some point. But art can live on forever, right? At least a very long time. It feels so weird to choose loss

Funeral for a friend: decay, extinction, and saying goodbye

This paper-mache 1:1 scale allosaurus bust holds a special place in my heart, he’s one of the first sculptures I ever made. Apologies for the level of scientific accuracy here—it was 2013, I was young and naive.

The planets have aligned in an unfortunate way, and it’s time for me to send him off to the great beyond. I’ve fretted for a long time about how to do this.

I decided to let him slip away in a slow decay, rather than a blaze of glory. I’ll be documenting my buddy here slowly melt back into the earth. He’s made of paper, cardboard, and flour paste; I’ll gather up his polymer clay teeth as they shake loose during his final rest in my parents’ backyard. Big thank you to my folks for allowing me to do this weird thing.

For as long as it takes I’ll document the process of my allosaurus friend disappearing. I’ve been thinking a lot about loss and goodbyes in the past few years. Decay too. The permanence of it all makes my stomach twist, even for a silly dinosaur sculpture. Once it’s gone it can’t come back

Day 4: Tomorrow it’s going to rain and I’m feeling on edge. I guess it’s the last moment to change my mind and take him back inside, but I have to let it happen. I’ll miss you, buddy

Funeral for a friend: decay, extinction, and saying goodbye

This paper-mache 1:1 scale allosaurus bust holds a special place in my heart, he’s one of the first sculptures I ever made. Apologies for the level of scientific accuracy here—it was 2013, I was young and naive.

The planets have aligned in an unfortunate way, and it’s time for me to send him off to the great beyond. I’ve fretted for a long time about how to do this.

I decided to let him slip away in a slow decay, rather than a blaze of glory. I’ll be documenting my buddy here slowly melt back into the earth. He’s made of paper, cardboard, and flour paste; I’ll gather up his polymer clay teeth as they shake loose during his final rest in my parents’ backyard. Big thank you to my folks for allowing me to do this weird thing.

For as long as it takes I’ll document the process of my allosaurus friend disappearing. I’ve been thinking a lot about loss and goodbyes in the past few years. Decay too. The permanence of it all makes my stomach twist, even for a silly dinosaur sculpture. Once it’s gone it can’t come back

Day 29: Flaking and flaking

Funeral for a friend: decay, extinction, and saying goodbye

This paper-mache 1:1 scale allosaurus bust holds a special place in my heart, he’s one of the first sculptures I ever made. Apologies for the level of scientific accuracy here—it was 2013, I was young and naive.

The planets have aligned in an unfortunate way, and it’s time for me to send him off to the great beyond. I’ve fretted for a long time about how to do this.

I decided to let him slip away in a slow decay, rather than a blaze of glory. I’ll be documenting my buddy here slowly melt back into the earth. He’s made of paper, cardboard, and flour paste; I’ll gather up his polymer clay teeth as they shake loose during his final rest in my parents’ backyard. Big thank you to my folks for allowing me to do this weird thing.

For as long as it takes I’ll document the process of my allosaurus friend disappearing. I’ve been thinking a lot about loss and goodbyes in the past few years. Decay too. The permanence of it all makes my stomach twist, even for a silly dinosaur sculpture. Once it’s gone it can’t come back