Hey cats! I didn’t mean to duck out for a few months like that. I put my head down prior to BLFC to close out a backlog of commissioned work that’s been hanging over my head for a while and it’s taking a little bit longer than I originally anticipated. I’ve also been doing a lot of zbrush and 3d work, which isn’t quite so immediately relevant to the comic. But I expect you’ll be seeing more of The Way Back as summer turns into fall!
Hey, unrelated to the comic, I’m gonna be at the Biggest Little Fur Con in Reno in two weeks, with a table in the dealer’s room, selling prints, t-shirts, keyrings, and vinyl decals. I will be at table 4, right next to Rick Griffin of Housepets. Come say hi!
If you can’t make a record and don’t want to suffer Apotheosis, staying close to accretion when the fog rolls in is generally a good call. On the scale of terrible things that can happen to you when you’re exposed to a high volume of Akashic vapor, getting froze in crystal doesn’t rate especially high.
Hey cats! Sorry for the slowed updates, I’m still kind of chugging away on the Facerig work that I’m doing, as well as some other zbrush stuff. Here’s a look!
I’m gonna try to get more than just the one page up in November though. See you soon!
Finally! We have been able to complete one fully-articulated, regulation nap!
It’s important to figure out where you rate on the fish scale.
One can generally count on a dog to be honest.
If an opportunity to paint an airwhale presents itself to you, you take that opportunity.
In which we revisit an old friend!
When I was a kid, my mom had these very nice colored pencils that she’d use to do her drawings, and I remember when I was old enough, she let me color with them, and said something about how she knew I’d be careful with them and not apply too much force – colored pencils are more special than crayons, and I remember feeling very proud to be trusted with something so delicate by as talented an artist as my mom is.
