Hermitdom.

In the weeks since Stumptown I've been under self-imposed lockdown, and excepting a few very warm days I've been spending my life in the studio, attempting to catch up with a few projects before their deadlines are shrieking in my face. What a luxury, to finish ahead of time! Ah yes, well perhaps not in this case, but let's see. Y'all know how I roll.

I finished the art for the first of the Llama Lladies series, and it's a doozy:


I've really never done anything like this, and I hope I can re-create it for the rest of the images I have in mind. Matt's been having an awful lot of trouble getting the screen emulsion to work for him, so I sincerely hope we can get these printed before I leave for Manhattan next Monday night, but if we can't the world might have to wait a little longer to see these. No biggie. I'll still have plenty of things for sale at the MoCCA Festival, including smaller versions of our NerdSkull and Kitten Kavalcade prints. And of course, you can always check to see what I've got available online.

Other than that, I've been spending a lot of time watching our chicks get hen-like. They're old enough to spend the day out in their coop, but not old enough to sleep in the henhouse (the "Huevos Ranchero"). They've quickly outgrown two boxes in the garage and are on their third, so we've gotta fix up their house ASAP and get the heatlamp out there for the last weeks of their chickhood. Our "Silver-Laced Wyandotte" turned out to be a Gold, so two of them look alike, and they spar all the time for dominance in these little gamebird-esque hops and pecks. I watch them every morning with my coffee. Francine, the Brahma, has won my heart (well, she has since they were a day old). She rides around on my forearm and barely makes a peep when I manhandle her.

Bad bird-mommy.

The slugs are already wreaking havoc on the veggies that have popped up, so I'm going to train these birds to be slug ninjas and snail-inators. If only they liked them as much as earthworms.