Lola, Lola, Lola. If I were Spanish, I would say, "Hola."

This is for a commission I got to do a pin-up of Lola Bunny; just making sure I can draw her before actually doing the real pose that was requested (nothing nasty, do not worry my dear readers). The guy asked if I could tone down my style though and make it more Looney Tunes style . . . don't know if I succeeded there. Oh wellz.



And this is a design for my brother's character "Polar McCoy," for a book of short stories he's trying to publish . . . except now he's thinking he wants to go in a different direction, so this may not even get used, BUT I will still be illustrating. Phew. Which means money.

In unrelated-to-art news, I accidentally hit the back of a parked truck today while trying to park my dad's car. I left a pretty big dent, and no one was around, so I left contact information in the windshield wiper. :-/ Still awaiting a call. I'm so nervous. Second accident I've been in, and the second one that was my own damn fault.

I got so upset I didn't go to this game night my youth group was having, until a bunch of them sent individual text messages saying "You" "should" "be" and "here." Except I got them out of order, but it was still really sweet. 'Cause then they all just wrote variations of "You should be here!" anyway. XD I forget what a great group of kids they are. :) Okay, technically one of them's my age, but the rest are kids. I love 'em all.

Been really depressed lately (what else is new), but tonight cheered me up.

I don't think I have a chemical imbalance, but there's no way to be sure. I'm thinking I want to get it checked out. At least if I get diagnosed, I can have a legitimate excuse.

That is all.

Love,
Pinky L.