Fan art of Ivy Pepper from Tracy Butler's latest Lackadaisy Cats animated short! As cute as she is as a teen, she's even cuter as a child! From sketch~ To finished painting~ Sepia tone~ My fan art video~ The much better animated short! "Oh no,it's precocious"

 Yes,it's based on the 1982 song by Duran Duran! Preppy boy meets party girl~from sketch~ To finished painting~ To video!

 There was a time in the Grand Canyon that burros and donkeys were used to navigate the trails. More sure-footed than horses,but more stubborn for sure! That is why I chose this gal to represent the state. From sketch~ To finished painting~ To video featuring the state song~

A LONG, long time ago, in a small country-village in Japan, there lived a poor farmer and his wife, who were very good people. They had a number of children, and found it very hard to feed them all. The elder son was strong enough when only fourteen years old to help his father; and the little girls learned to help their; mother almost as soon as they could walk. But the youngest child, a little boy, did not seem to be fit for hard work. He was very clever,-cleverer than all his brothers and sisters; but he was quite weak and small, and people said he could never grow very big. So his parents thought it would be better for him to become a priest than to become a farmer. They took him with them to the village-temple one day, and asked the good old priest who lived there, if he would have their little boy for his acolyte, and teach him all that a priest ought to know. The old man spoke kindly to the lad, and asked him some hard questions. So clever were the ...

 It was a lovely day in November.  At least Tom thought it was November, the air was crisp and cool and it felt Novemberish.  There were no calenders here, while he had a clock he rarely looked at it.  He never had to be anywhere at any particular time in any event, when he had to be somewhere he always showed up on time, if that's the word for it.  Anyway, it was a nice November day. Tom stood on his porch that surrounded the small field stone house, he could see and smell the smoke from his neighbor's fires, someone was cooking fish and the big cat was salivating.  Since he had had his coffee he wasn't hungry, but once a predator always a predator.  Odd, he thought, I haven't had meat since I got here.  When did I get here?  he thought to himself, I don't remember.  Maybe someplace in town sold meat, although he had never seen such a shop.  It didn't matter, what with the bread and potatoes and butter and honey he wa...

 The title for this painting is from a early 1900's Edwardian song about a little bird on the lady's hat that knew her better than her"beau" did! Hats of this era were fantastic creations decorated with flowers,bows,birds,ribbons,you name it! From sketch~ To finished painting~ To video with the song that inspired this~

  There were once five-and-twenty tin soldiers. They were all brothers, born of the same old tin spoon. They shouldered their muskets and looked straight ahead of them, splendid in their uniforms, all red and blue. The very first thing in the world that they heard was, "Tin soldiers!" A small boy shouted it and clapped his hands as the lid was lifted off their box on his birthday. He immediately set them up on the table. All the soldiers looked exactly alike except one. He looked a little different as he had been cast last of all. The tin was short, so he had only one leg. But there he stood, as steady on one leg as any of the other soldiers on their two. But just you see, he'll be the remarkable one. On the table with the soldiers were many other playthings, and one that no eye could miss was a marvelous castle of cardboard. It had little windows through which you could look right inside it. And in front of the castle were miniature trees around a little mir...

Everyone can truthfully say I cannot draw,... but no one can truthfully say I didn't. 'The depth of darkness to which you can descend and still live is an exact measure of the height to which you can aspire to reach'. Gaius Plinius Secundus, Pliny Senex. Being a literary rabbit is so much fun!  

 Paulie Gatto hated quickie jobs, especially when they involved violence. He liked to plan things ahead. And something like tonight, even though it was punk stuff, could turn into serious business if somebody made a mistake. Now, sipping his beer, he glanced around, checking how the two young punks were making out with the two little tramps at the bar. Paulie Gatto knew everything there was to know about those two punks. Their names were Jerry Wagner and Kevin Moonan. They were both about twenty years old, goodlooking, brown-haired, tall, well-built. Both were due to go back to college out of town in two weeks, both had fathers with political influence and this, with their college student classification, had so far kept them out of the draft. They were both also under suspended sentences for assaulting the daughter of Amerigo Bonasera. The lousy bastards, Paulie Gatto thought. Draft dodging, violating their probation by drinking in a bar after midnight, chasing floozies. Young punk...

Another day on the beat.  I had a purse snatching, a missing mouse, and now this, a peeping tom.  From the description I knew it was my old friend Louie the Lip.  I found him hanging out by the Do Buzz In, an unlicensed fly joint.  We had him in the line up in no time, but frogs are notoriously hard to I. D., even to each other.  Louie skated but I had his number.  Every time he showed an inch of tongue I was there to make it stick, and stick hard.  We finally found Louie in a pool of blood, back legs gone.  He died before I could get a description, but I'm pretty sure it was the guy we call Frenchy, a mass murderer with no face or name, we just hung that tag on him in order to give him some personality. Some days ain't worth getting out of bed for.

You can't have Nevada without Las Vegas! Here's a foxy show girl~from sketch~  To finished painting~ Viva Las Vegas!

 Here Billy is test firing his grandfather's Colt .32 Police Positive, made c. 1920.   Billy was never meant to be the first. Here he is with his stillborn older brother, who keeps a worried eye on the neurotic rabbit.

Tawky Tawny, Captain Marvel.  Furry before there was a name for it. C. C. Beck, artist.  This is One Dapper Tiger! Adam and Eve were only naked after they tasted the Forbidden Fruit.   Ron Goulart said that he had no problems with Captain Marvel but a talking tiger was unrealistic! All In Color For A Dime, 1969. I am surprised he ever had any. Of the three of them, only Tawky has a sense of style. Metaphor, anyone? A tiger has a lot of nerve saying something like this.  And ain't he from India? Ahead of his time. Since Captain M. is not retarded this must be a dream sequence. https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/ComicBook/Circles Way ahead of his time! https://www.lambiek.net/artists/b/beck_cc.htm    Now this is just weird!  But hey! - 'Hoppy is a pink rabbit who lives in the town of Funny Animalville, along with an assortment...