An odd re-design of Big Blue, and my daughter in a tutu.
Also, I thought I should make clear what I mean when I say a drawing is "from the Archives". It's not particularly interesting, so feel free to skip it, if you want.
Some time after I finished animation school but before I was poisoning rats, I had a job in a warehouse as the sole member of the Repairs and Returns department. I was the only person in the building who knew how to do the job, as the person who had trained me had left on mat leave and never returned. Much of the job involved paperwork and finding ancient spider carcasses in electronics devices, and I was pretty much left on my own. The upshot was, as long I acted somewhat competent and mildly annoyed, people assumed I was busy and allowed me plenty of time to draw. I drew mainly on the back of RMA request forms and on post-it notes, inked stuff with sharpies and coloured stuff with hi-liters. I glued the drawings into a scrap book after I left, and now I don't really know what to do with them, which is why they trickle onto the blog when I don't have anything else to post. They're getting on 3 or 4 (5?) years old now, so of course I see plenty of problems with them, but if they didn't go on the blog, they would just sit in a book in my basement.
And thats how I became Lord of the Diminutive Grassland People.
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