Day 52: Mermay


I realize I’m late to the Mermay party, but better late than never.

I imagine her to be a vengeful mermaid examining the skull of a drowned sailor, perhaps one she drowned herself. Perhaps she knew him when she was human, if she ever was human and was drowned because women are supposedly bad luck on ships.

Or maybe she’s doing Shakespeare. There’s a bit of a Lady Macbeth vibe in there. Or a sort of “Alas, poor Yorick, I knew him well, Horatio”. Possible, though Skully there doesn’t look much like an man of infinite jest and excellent fancy.

What do you think?

Day 50: A Hedgie for Halftime



50 more paintings to go. Cool. No pressure.

To commemorate that, here’s Mr. Pokee, an African Pygmy Hedgehog and the world’s cutest adventurer whose travels are documented on Instagram by his constant companion, Talitha.

Just look at that face.

Day 48: The Happiest Fox


This is Juniper, a tame fox with a feisty personality, descended from a line of foxes who were domesticated at the peak of the fur trade. This was a common practice at the height of the fur trade, but since that is no longer in common practice, foxes like Juni end up being too tame to survive in the wild, not having all of her naturally wild instincts, but foxes like her are still far from your usual house pets.

While Juni is beautiful and cuddly and seems like little more than an excitable red dog, she’s still partially wild, and her owner and mum, Jessika educates us about these wonderful creatures by documenting her everyday life and her interactions with the other pets in the house, which include Moose the dog and other animals that Jessika fosters, like Peachy and Petunia, a pair of sugar gliders, and recently a baby bat.

Day 47: Cat on my Windowsill


I called her Cottontail when she was a kitten because she was one of a litter of four. Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter, though yes, I know they’re not rabbits. Mopsy, or Mops as I liked to call him, was actually my favorite among them. However, he was a quiet, rather gentle male in an area where there were a lot of male cats jostling for territory and getting into fights over it, so he disappeared after some time. She’s the only one still left.

I’ve been getting stray cats around my home for years and have fostered a number of kittens, though I never domesticated them. I doubt we’ll be having any more kittens around the area since the Queen of Sheba here is the only female left and she was spayed after her first two litters were killed by male cats. Still, we’ve got her and she makes a daily morning visit to my kitchen windowsill. There, she roosts, snoozes, makes funny talky-noises with crows and mynahs, and demands food. All in a day’s work.

This was sketched live and painted in later, and yes, that is her default expression. Utterly unimpressed.

Day 46: Barad-Dûr, Mordor

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I saved the best for last. I’m particularly proud of this bookmark, and it’s oddly poetic that it would be the Tower of Barad-Dûr in Mordor (with the Eye of Sauron and a side order of Mount Doom) that would turn out best. At least I think so.

And this marks the last of the bookmarks. God, I loved making these.