I Smelten a Conspiracy

I’m so back, baby!

I just got home from 6 months as an intern at a live-in soup-kitchen thing,

and now I’m ready to get some hardcore cartooning done!

I’m glad to be back on my farm, where I belong. Streets that flow with dirt and gasoline are lovely, in their own right,

but I’m a cow kinda girl. Plus I missed Monday, the furriest dog alive. She’s going to shed her winter coat soon, I think,

and then I can say good bye to black pants.

And spring is much delayed here. It frosted over yesterday. At least its raining,

but I am very much looking foward to pulling out my overalls and cowgirl boots.

(The inner-city did not provide much occasion to wear it.)

 - Much love, as always, Sammy Odette

‘The three children leaned over Yarnell…

…and saw, to their delight, that his ears were horned.’

NOTICE:

I’ll be gone for a very long time, working as a missionary in the poor inner city.

That was not a joke. I’m serious.

After a year or so I might get back on track art-wise, but I’m not sure.

- Love, Sammy Odette

‘Yarnell saw the statue…

…and realized it was an old woman with her head and shoulders wrapped in a headscarf.’

Mini illustration from Briar Hedgehogs, my kid’s book.

It was based off of a tallish tree stump that rather looked like a smiling face. I kept seeing it whenever I was taking a stroll in the woods.

It has never ceased to make me think there’s just this random happy hobo taking his midday constitutional.

Also, this took a surprisingly short amount of time…I hope it doesn’t show.

- Love, Sammy Odette

‘Skinner sat at Felix’s table…

…and helped himself to her birthday cake.’

This took far longer than I thought it would, but it is done!

This is what’s going on ~

Skinner meets Felix (who is in fact a girl) for the first time since they were born as humans.

He’s crashing her twelfth birthday party, like a good friend should.

This is the last illustration of the second chapter! *fanfare*

- Love, Sammy Odette

‘Sam followed…

..along the length of the courtyard, and up a maple, and onto a branch,

where his gaze met the gray eyes of a twelve-year-old boy with a pale, puckish face.’

This does not look as though it merits the unnecessary amount of hours I put into it.

Ah well. Good enough.

 - Love, Sammy Odette

‘Sam was on his bike…

…making his way to the Clanton Public Library. His backpack was stuffed to bursting

with books on the verge of being overdue.’

A small illustration from chapter two of my book.

If you’re wondering why the sidewalk is yellow, than allow me to explain;

in the old town near where I live, half the sidewalk is made from slabs of yellow limestone, and it looks rather lovely.

- Love, Sammy Odette

The Turquoise Fey

This is a character from my story; she’s based off of the Turquoise Fairy from Pinocchio.

Turquoise Fey is a title, given to those who own Fortune. This is the current titleholder, Marien Kafer. *dies from puns*
She’s only five feet tall, unlike her tall and slender predecessors, and very freckly!
Here, I portrayed her with a few symbols of luck. A horseshoe, a key, ladybugs, a rabbit (I didn’t have the heart to draw only his foot) a crane, and a bunch of clover (although only a few of them are four leafed clovers.)
I based her dress off of ‘Queen Henrietta Maria’ by Sir Anthony van Dyck.

Unfortunately the scanner ate half my lacework.

- Love, Sammy Odette

‘A Gentle Breathing Could be Heard…

…but it wasn’t the hounds straining at their leashes.’

The final illustration for the first chapter of my story ~ !

Man, these take forever, since I always enter a state of deep despair halfway through my drawings.

Thank heavens I’m stubborn, or I’d never finish any of them.

- Love, Sammy Odette

‘Up!’ She Yowled

The second illustration from the first chapter of my book ~

The first time I tried to draw it I failed spectacularly.

This came out much better. Another to satisfy my inner, snarky critic.

- Love, Sammy Odette

Kobolds in Hats

I drew a picture of the four main characters from my new story in hats,

and somehow couldn’t stop until I’d colored them in.

My wrist regrets my choice.

- Love, Sammy Odette