This week, amazingly, I sold two paintings I did for Dragon Magazine back in… wait for it… 1992. I can hardly believe it. It just goes to show, you never know when your art is going to make money. It rarely happens when or how you expect, but there you go.
In the process of retrieving those pieces from storage, I found some other pieces from the same era. Here are two that tickled me enough to bring them out and scan them.
First we have a drawing that I was going to color with watercolor or transparent acrylic and submit as a humorous piece for Dragon, but I never finished it. I still like the idea of the “while you wait” armor repair workshop.
Second, a school assignment from one of my favorite teachers, Art Director John White. He invited us to design a tattoo — and he wanted us to try to simulate what it would look like 30 years later,as the ink faded and/or bled. He also said he’d give extra credit if it somehow changed deliberately when it aged. I couldn’t resist that conceptual challenge. My idea was to have a bad-*** fantasy femme who would transform, as the ink lines bled together, into a more demure Victorian lady that an old man wouldn’t be embarrassed to have on his body.
Of course, that revealed my ignorance of the fact that our personalities don’t really change much as we age, and plenty of tattooed folks are actually still happy with, and look pretty great in, the radical stuff they got inked on them in their youth. Also the linework might be too fine for a tattoo needle. Nevertheless, I felt good about it because I was the only one in the class that actually created this kind of transformation. Nerd power!
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