So tiny. So vicious. So hungry for goats.
Tag: Inez
System of a (Watership) Down
Originally I was going to make all of them horrified. But then I realized that Julie-Anne might actually be into this kind of movie. And Cordelia doesn’t really do horrified. Mildly shocked, but not horrified. Everyone else – fair game.
Human Versions – Paw Pioneers
I think I made Inez a bit creepier than I intended to. Like, she knows what you did. She always knows. But I am so happy with how Cordelia and Lulu turned out. I’m seriously tempted to take these designs and use them for some other characters. Especially Cordelia’s.
That Crunch
I’m pretty sure that there are people who do in fact eat cicadas. So Julie-Anne is in good company. Although I’m pretty sure they don’t just shovel the bugs straight from the ground into their mouths. But that’s not gonna stop Julie-Anne now, is it? But maybe Inez’s judgmental stare will. By the way, the… Continue reading That Crunch
Meet the Paw Pioneers
It’s been a while since I’ve drawn these guys. But they definitely needed some formal introductions at this point. And yet, I didn’t need to look back on old comics to see how to draw them. I call that a success.
Paw Pioneers in Quarantine
Well. Cordelia and Inez are clearly capable of keeping themselves occupied. Julie-Anne and Daphne are clearly in need of hobbies. And Lulu’s parents are clearly an anteater and a capybara trying to do their best.
So Long to Camp Solstice
Awww, Summer. They are adorable, aren’t they, though? And I’m very pleased with how this entire storyline turned out! Hope you all have enjoyed this Summertime story!
Sing that Song
Let me reiterate – Autumn is the only season I would trust with children. Spring is the exact opposite. Also, holy crap, I actually posted 3 times in one week. Whaaaaaaaaaat.
Popsicle Stick Construction
Julie-Anne and Eliza clearly subscribe to the same school of thought when it comes to art: more is always more.
Take a Hike
Truly, the most unrealistic part of this whole comic isn’t the talking animals or the anthropomorphized season – it’s the idea of me hiking.