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I was asked to be one of this years Guests of Honor at Midwest Furfest in November. Here is a piece of promo art for the con. This year's theme is Chicago Blues so I drew a sax swingin' wolf.
I know it's still a long way off, but I hope to see you there!
http://www.furfest.org/
Created in Corel Painter 10 with the round oil pastel, detail airbrush, and cuss word tools. Image referenced from http://www.flickr.com/people/dharma_for_one/
I know it's still a long way off, but I hope to see you there!
http://www.furfest.org/
Created in Corel Painter 10 with the round oil pastel, detail airbrush, and cuss word tools. Image referenced from http://www.flickr.com/people/dharma_for_one/
Category All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 731 x 1020px
File Size 309.9 kB
Amazing, as everyone says. The detail on the instrument itself is gorgeous.
...but as a tenor sax player myself, I think his fingers would be aching for a neck strap XD It's a lot of pressure on the right thumb, which is the only finger actually supporting the instrument.
Just my two cents. It's lovely anyway.
...but as a tenor sax player myself, I think his fingers would be aching for a neck strap XD It's a lot of pressure on the right thumb, which is the only finger actually supporting the instrument.
Just my two cents. It's lovely anyway.
This is TOTALLY GORGEOUS and awesome, and I feel TERRIBLY guilty that I cannot help but think of this.
I can see him when he's finished, rivulets of sweat peeking out from behind the fur on his face as he steps behind the stage, into the back area. With an exhausted sigh, he remove his saxophone, and plops down into a couch, a weary, but contended smile on his face as he reaches for the glass of bourbon he requested before the show. Closing his eyes, he brings the glass up to his muzzle, tilting it until the liquid tickles the soft, thin skin on his lips, allowing it to gently flow past his tongue, igniting it with an intense but not unpleasant fire, then finally down his throat, where he swallows with a sigh.
Opening his eyes, he sets the glass back down on the table, and crosses his legs, focusing on nothing in particular, that contented smile of having performed his life's love, the saxophone, before an audience being exhausting, and yet satisfying even unto his spirit. Closing his eyes again, his ears turn to hear a door creak open as his mate runs to him, her eyes wide in glee, her muzzle grinning as she falls into the couch next to him. "Eeee You did so well!" She says, allowing her breath to just tickle her vocal chords for the last two words of the sentence. Smiling, he takes her in his arms, looking deep into her eyes, that soul- connection between them as strong as ever, as she was here, in the arms of her male, who had made so many happy that night with his soulful style of music.
"You're my girl..." He says softly, his voice deep, and strong.
"I know..." She whispers even softer, as he sees that spark in her soft yellow eyes that tells him there might be another performance, the smile growing on his face, in unison with her own.
Opening his eyes, he sets the glass back down on the table, and crosses his legs, focusing on nothing in particular, that contented smile of having performed his life's love, the saxophone, before an audience being exhausting, and yet satisfying even unto his spirit. Closing his eyes again, his ears turn to hear a door creak open as his mate runs to him, her eyes wide in glee, her muzzle grinning as she falls into the couch next to him. "Eeee You did so well!" She says, allowing her breath to just tickle her vocal chords for the last two words of the sentence. Smiling, he takes her in his arms, looking deep into her eyes, that soul- connection between them as strong as ever, as she was here, in the arms of her male, who had made so many happy that night with his soulful style of music.
"You're my girl..." He says softly, his voice deep, and strong.
"I know..." She whispers even softer, as he sees that spark in her soft yellow eyes that tells him there might be another performance, the smile growing on his face, in unison with her own.
This is going to be very odd, but I went out for fireworks and found one with this picture on it.
Not sure if it was stolen, but it was made in china, so most likely.
Pictures: https://db.tt/fKWvnAK4 and https://db.tt/5AI9OSJi
Not sure if it was stolen, but it was made in china, so most likely.
Pictures: https://db.tt/fKWvnAK4 and https://db.tt/5AI9OSJi
https://twitter.com/JTCheetah/statu.....95144010420224 D: Art being used for profit by some firework company! D: D:
And yet again, people are going on google and just taking shit, but THIS time it's actually on something big and not something little like some little art stealing punk it's actually someone making probably a lot of money off of these fireworks and their using it?! Like seriously... wtf world?!?!!
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