Frightened by the F-1 (aka 'Unreasonably Skittish')

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Paul Doyle

As I've said in my bio I am a writer, first and foremost, who happens to doodle a little on the side. As a result, my expections as a writer are much higher than my expectations as as a pencil doodler. I write; therefore, I do. I draw; but my experience is woefully limited and burdened with amateurism. Therefore, I draw anyway! :P Consider this stylized chicken scratch: It is only the second complete drawing I've done since 1991. It is a 'study' for a much more complicated and intense OIL PAINTING I'd eventually like to do. The only problem is that I've never successfully painted! The projected oil painting would show a female gold 'Doyle Dragon' named Jul'eweisa flying at an angle (using forced perspective!) toward a thinning, but very intense Oklahoma-style F-5 tornado in the process of tearing a frame house off its foundation and sweeping away the debris. On Jul'eweisa's back are several human characters reeling in anguish, but not as much as Jul'eweisa is. It isn't the tornado terrorizing the fictitious New Mexico valley that worries them the most . . . But that is a scene straight from my novel, and so I'll say no more! LOL Substituting for the F-5 tornado and Jul'eweisa and brilliant oil paint are: ---a rather photogenic, weak F-1 tornado that seems to be made out of finely woven, darkly dyed cotton, ---Jak'edrac sel'Gury, Jul'eweisa's mate-for-life and an extremely important character in my first novel. He's flown through waterspouts before, although he's not stupid enough to fly through a land tornado, even a weak one like this. Nevertheless, he does his best hamming up his mock-horror for the viewer's entertainment (or lack thereof) ---humble Staedler graphite pencils and the reinforcing mechanical pencil. (Why are the vast majority of cheap mechanical pencils neon colored these days? Ecch.) The first novel is done. Don't hold your breath waiting for me to out-Elmore Larry Elmore with awesome dragon oil paintings, though! :P :P :P

Published More than a year ago

Category Fantasy

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