Happy (Gory) Valentine's Day!

Don't be afraid - this grizzly bear means well, he just isn't very good at managing his claws/teeth:



Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!

BEARS!

I'm preparing a much more extensive post all about the most elaborate part of the show (mechanized peepshow, what what?), but until that's ready, here are some sketchy phone-camera shots of the main characters (bearacters?):


Bear #1, pre-eye application.


Bear #1, post-eyes (with bear #2 in the background).

The next two photos come complete with the original Twitter captions (yes, I Tweet. It's a weakness of mine).


"Bear #2 now has eyes & has already started trying to eat the other curiosities. Damnit, bear!"


"I mean look at him - this is NOT a face to be trusted. DO NOT VOTE BEAR ON OCTOBER 25th! (Or Ford.)


Overall, now that both are officially done, I'm thrilled with how well they turned out (it's always lovely when experiments go just the way you want 'em to!).

Crowley Harthington, 1888

Crowley Harthington, 1888

Born in Paris to a pair of British ex-pats, Crowley often cursed his parents for giving him such a distinctly English name, as it made his integration into the Bohemian artist's quarter of Paris all the more difficult. Luckily, he was blessed with a gift for words, and was able to spout passable poems even when entirely drunk off of absinthe.

He published only one official book, but managed to get a number of poems into Parisian newspapers and periodicals, thus becoming a minor celebrity in the city. One of his poems, 'Musings Upon a Honey Bee Lost in Paris' was a sensation throughout Europe for its subtle sexual overtones, though Crowley himself always denied any sensual slant to the piece.

The most contested stanza was printed as follows:

"When the furry honey bee
Did flitter down upon my hairy knee,
All a-sudden my leg did shake

But the little creature did not flee
Instead she peeked coyly up at me
And wondered how much honey I did make

-- O! And I was shy, you see,
For I could not fathom how that bee
Had any thought for a bear like me."

Mythology I

My take on the myth of Daphne and Apollo (in bear-vision):

Thaddeus - some sketches

Thaddeus is the main character of a graphic novel/comic I'm currently
in the process of creating. At the rate I'm working on it right now,
it should be done by 2068.


Thaddeus' main goal in life is to make his way to the ocean and find an
octopus to befriend. His dreams are full of tentacles.


Finally under the sea, all Thad finds are some jellyfish - wherever could the octopi be?

Many More Bears

Despite his colourful pants, Cedric was sad.


Renoir found himself amused by the simplest things.


Bookish to a fault, Saul spent his days in the stacks.


Fiona wished for just one more lovely coral necklace.


Fanny wished only for some colour.

Bearacters

He's never seen without his headphones.


His skinny jeans cut off the circulation to his tear ducts (or else he'd be sobbing all the time).


Do the robot.


And then the heavens opened.


He demands a finished background!

Cephalopod Centre

Stage One.


Stage Two.


Stage Three - CEPHALOPODNESS ACHIEVED.

A sailor, a snob and a slummer.

A sailor:


Meet Mr. Johnson Eleanor Swick, sailor. Whatever you do, don't ask him about his middle name.

A snob:


Sir Fowler really is insufferable, but his generosity when it comes to Cuban cigars and vintage port ensures him an invitation to every party.

And a slummer:


A secret billionaire, Mr. Beanstein inherited a fortune at the age of 12 after his parents' tragic death in a log flume accident.