Weavercat is a 22 yr-old female thing who doesn't know what she wants to do in life. A current art-student who has rediscovered her love of prehistoric critters. I'd like to be a scientific/medical illustrator someday.
In my defense I’ll add that yes, my dirty-water is in an opaque cup similar to my tea-mug. Also, I know that almost all of the cadmium-based colors and cobalt are indeed poisonous. I know that. It would also take several tubes of undiluted paint being ingested for symptoms to occur.
And folks, the water doesn’t taste anything like tea nor juice. It’s awful. And some colors will stain your teeth if the water is saturated enough. I had red teeth for an evening once…
Day 3: I realize now that 13 wives were far too much for Humphrey to handle so it has been cut down to 8 wives. I began sketching out temporary portraits of the ladies. Heska, #7, is into the kinky-stuff and makes Humpheys’ life very difficult. She’s a bit high-maintanence. And my favorite to draw. ;)
Day 4: Francis Muntzle, an featherlight cab-driver takes a little time to enjoy to clear blue skies.
‘Hello. Are you lost? Oh! You’re the new room-servant for the West Wing aren’t you? Well, don’t just stand there looking gormless. Follow me and I’ll show you around the Palace.
By the way, my name is Maid. I’m the personal servant to the King. Now hurry up! You’ve got a lot to do if you want to keep this job. ‘
Hi there folks! It’s Day One of Artslam and the mighty Weavercat is here with another summer full of BirdFolk! I’ll be focusing on Palace-life and general BirdFolk studies. Some of you from ArtSlams’-past may remember Maid. She’s back and she’s ready to take you all on a tour of the palace. I think I did this right, I hope. Happy ArtSlammin’ everyone!