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
Just a practice illustration of two characters from my current story.
It began as a practice on painting a tree, because on the back of the same canvas I ruined - irredeemably - an illustration straight from the story line itself…
Because I didn’t know how to paint trees.
Then is turned into Habogi and Faust chillin’ on a spring day.
Habogi is about to shimmy up the tree to steal some eggs from a nest.
- Love, Sammy Odette
on a barrel in a storage room eating snails.’
This is Rattle-Skin, one of the main characters of a children’s book I’m workin’ on.
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I have been on my roof.
Ever since I was very small, the simplest desire of my heart was one thing;
I want to hang out on my roof like they do in cartoons.
Unfortunately, two of the houses I lived in did not have easy access to the roof…
And then I came to this house out in the country.
I was up on the roof, with a wide view of the farmlands and cows…
And it was everything I’d ever dreamed it would be.
- Love, Sammy Odette
This is watercolor practice of my character, Handel.
He’s a kobold (or at least my version of what I think they’d look like) from a story I’m working on.
A kobold’s diet consists mainly of what ever they can scrounge up from a forest; mushrooms, rodents, insects (snails are staples of their diet) nuts, plants – anything, really. They take what they can get.
I wanted their clothing to be influenced from 1600′s fashion; nothing fancy, just a doublet, jerkin and breeches. They don’t wear boots; beyond the fact that it doesn’t fit their weird feet, then the soles of their feet are like leather anyways.
- Love, Sammy Odette
Watercolor practice ~
Oh, an for information’s sake, I need to warn you:
I’ll be on a irregular schedule.
I’m trying ot get better at my illustration style, which I can’t do if I’m cartooning 24/7
So I’ll be updating every few days with artwork unrelated to my comic.
Like this one!
See, you’re getting used to it already.
- Love, Sammy Odette
I have no idea who this boy is, or what his story is; it was just a watercolor practice.
But there is a story behind it!
When I was nine I went fishing with my siblings and my Dad.
It was my first time, so I eagerly cast my line from where I stood on the shore of the richly stocked lake, into some reeds where a few frogs were sitting.
I felt a snag and pulled up, eagerly expected the pretty, glimmering rainbow trout…
And I pulled up a big ugly crawdad
Thus ended my career as a professional fisher.
- Love, Sammy Odette