Just As They Are


I’ve been drawing Cain and Ash for years and years, now. I think I made them around 2010 or so, thoughtless concepts for group roleplay online. Somewhere along the line I realized I liked them- more and more, and that drove me to wanting to refine them. I tweaked and rebuilt them hundreds of times over, redesigning them for other roleplays and AU stories written on my own. I’ve taken bits and pieces from each time, learning and keeping the parts that felt just right, building up a more solid idea of them and who they are. All of that work from 2010 till now is what they are for FABLE. Two characters with a lot of history and detail, that I hope shines through well in my writing.

As for my art- well, even when it’s old and not technically as polished as I wish it was, I think it still holds something special. This picture being a perfect example. It has a lot of flaws and issues, but at the end of the day I still love it. I think it captures the two and a glimpse of their relationship really well. I’d say I might remake it one day, but I likely won’t. I’ll make other things, different things. But not something meant to pave over this. There’s nothing wrong with it existing just as it is, I think.

Painful Transformation


Years ago, I tried to do the ol Goretober monthly drawing prompts. I didn’t have the time to keep consistent with it, but a few great things came out of the attempt. This one was “painful transformation” and some kind of growth-related somethingorother. The end result was a werewolf of bones and roses. The colors were meant to just be WIP lines, but I never came back around to finish it completely.

Left Behind


A long time ago I was in a very mixed up and difficult place. I drew this and some other things I fear are now lost to time. The flowers and colors had a lot of meaning then, and while I don’t recall it all offhand I know the sentiment was of feeling left behind, and grieving that sensation. It remains one of the things I’m most proud of art-wise, which still strikes as bittersweet. Art remains a strong way I translate and work through the heavier of my feelings, and I think sometime soon I need to make more of it.