A few great things happened this week. Namely, I got to meet a ton a great folks for the first time. If you've been by and commented a time or two and I've not reciprocated, well, I'm sorry. It hasn't been on purpose. I'm barely keeping up. I'm trying to get to everyone though. I promise.
Today's sketch if more of a speed painting, but that was just because I was feeling a bit monochrome with my sketches. The godlings are a race of characters from my would be fantasy novel. I know, I know, do I have to keep drawing them? Apparently the answer to that is, yes.
The fantasy world I made has elder gods and younger gods... the difference between the two is that godlings are normal folks who, for lack of a better term, were uplifted into godhood. They are smug, petty, murderous, at war with themselves, bitter at their status underneath the elder gods - who interact neither with the world of men or godlings - and torment men.
The more cynical of humans refer to them as demons. My sketch doesn't even remotely portray one as described them in the book, but whatever.
Also, I'm doing my best at a Star Wars haiku over at Briane's Star Wars blogathon. 100 days of trivia and a great prize for the eventual champion.
"Help me Obi Wan
You're my only hope," she said.
And Luke felt envy
The most awkward part of all the movies is that crush Luke had on sister. Worthy of a bad poem, I think.
