The Cyclops and Owl Gentlemen's Club: Vonnegut

Did I say daily posts? Such is life. Quit living in the past.

Now. Here is the first of a series. The Cyclops and Owl Gentlemen's Club. Inductees drawn in sultry red with my parallel pen.

The first is a posthumously inducted juggernaut of the written word, Kurt Vonnegut Jr. I fell in love with Vonnegut rather late in life. In highschool my only exposure to his genius was the short story "Harrison Bergeron" which I loved but was merely a inkling of the love affair that was to come over a decade later. I wish I had his novels to escape into back then. Instead I've gorged myself on his novels over the past 3 years and I'm still insatiable. There's just no one quite like him. So it goes.

All of the inductees will be made available through my etsy store eventually so stay tuned!

Twila's Practice

Well this is what it's all about, right? Honing your skills, and loving every second of it. I don't want to count my chickens before they've hatched but I expect to see some more sword toting so-and-sos in the coming month because, why the hell not?

Sheepish Submarine

Alright so I love alliteration. Sorry. Get used to it.

This is another revival. It was originally sketched as a thumbnail for a piece I never completed back in the Procrastitaceous Period. Years later when I had been laid off I was trying to diversify the ol' portfol' so I came up with some faux companies to do draw things for. I repurposed the fluffy fellow above to be the logo for Sheepish Submarine Hydrotherapy. I imagine this company provided sense deprivation chambers and other forms of aqua themed treatments to help you deal with any anxiety or phobias. The rehabilitation process, of course, began by being lured in by the sheep's serene expression.