I guess I’ve got cake on the brain. As previously mentioned, I draw most of these sketches very, very early in the morning. I usually don’t wake up with an idea, but ideas start to show up pretty fast. This morning the process went something like: “I want to draw a pug. A FAT pug. And cake! And strawberries. And I am starving right now.” Thanks, early dark thirty brain!
I need to go eat something now.
Today’s dog sketch is running a little later than usual, but oh well! It still counts! 😄 For your amusement: a sleepy French bulldog. Let nap time commence!
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This flower-printed corgi might look very familiar, as she was a recent portrait commission of Cake the Corgi (@cakethecorgi).
I was so happy with how she turned out that I knew she had to be turned into a print. The first Cake the Corgi that I shared here was hand colored, of course, so a completely new coloring in had to be done to bring this print to life. It turns out, it is a very tricky thing to get the coloring on a corgi just right… So this is a similar, but actually slightly different version of Cake.
Today, those prints are finally ready!You can pick up a print of your very own here.
Today’s sketch: Talavera Patterned French Bulldog.
The last time I was in the Southwest, I came upon a box of talavera tiles in an antique shop. I really wanted to buy them to add to the hoard I am anticipating creating: mosaic stuff to make an installation someday. I blame visiting Philly’s Magic Gardens. That sparked something in me that I haven’t been able to shake. (And have not wanted to, frankly.)
I wound up not buying the tiles, because the thought of getting them safely home by plane was simply too much to bear. (Talavera dust and shards in my clothes! Fun!) While I didn’t bring any actual tiles home with me, the patterns lodged themselves in my subconscious, and here we are.