Iowahawk, of whom I am a huge fan-grrl, is having an art contest. At stake is a generous arts grant of thirty three dollar and eighteen cents.
These moneys, they am not good here. Our moneys are pretty color and they has a picture of a old lady in a sparkly hat.
Still…art contest. How can a weasel resist?
Okay, mine isn’t quite finished, but here’s the current draft. Yes, the full sized one is color. The contest doesn’t close until Sunday, so I have time to get this just right.
It’s imitative of the moving style of Gig and Keane and their richly evocative pity kitties. I suppose you could call it a Pity President.
In the first draft, he was licking his sore paw. But somehow, painting the presidential tongue was kind of. I don’t know. You know?