Nothing big, bu- WAIT. IS THAT A TEE SHIRT?!

http://www.redbubble.com/people/infinitycat/t-shirts/4497368-1-im-too-cute-to-be-slain

Inifnitycat is the official name that I design shirts under-

Bu-
eh, the thing that bugs me about redbubble is that I cannot put something on the back of the shirt.
I would liek to put the infinitycat logo on th eback of the shirt.
very much so I would like this.

Tablet +fix'd!

. . . for now.
DUN DUN DUUUNNN!

8D

anywho.
just two pic updates atm, because I am a lazy bastard.

some more wip on Gabrielle. . .

and revised bottom graphic for the bitter endings site :

well, shit.

my tablet pen appears to have died.

before, when it cceased working properly, it was just having hiccups. i could flip it over and still sort of use it with the eraser side.

Now it's not registering with my tablet at all, from either side, on either of my computers-
it's been doing this since this morning.

I'm wondering if I should simply buy a new pen, or go full-out and just get a brand-new tablet.
as it is, I got this one second-hand, in great condition, and I've gotten a stellar two years out of it,e specially given how much abuse it's taken from the dog and I(pup got a hold of the pen once :/ poor thang hasn't been quite the same since D:)

Anyway, until this either resolves itself or I can get a new pen/tablet/etc. . . I'm more or less fucked, digitally speaking- I'll be letting my commissioners know individually, if perchance they're getting digital art.. and personal stuff that can't be done with markers is on hold- there are a few things that I can still do with a mouse, though, so a bit of progress will still be made, mostly in the area of flat colors.

I'm sort of worried about setting off another false alarm, is the thing, since it's resolved itself within the day in the past, and my cry for help ended up being much ado about nothing =P

anyway- there's the update. do with it what you will.

Mostly Commissions

fwoosh.
Before I spam ya with pics, I wanna note that the thing in Paris ended yesterday :3
If i get any pics or thangs like that, I'll show them to you.

This is one for M'buddy Kyle, of his girl gabrielle-

it hasn't changed too much since I showed it here last (see here)- but a few important elements of the picture have changed, so there's that.
I accidentally saved it in b/w, so it's harder to tell what i meant to be water/bridge/buildings. But oh well >>.
I'm trying to find a good way to balance the view that i want to have of her, while maintaining the bridge/water/skyline background. Suggestions much appreciated.

and next up is the revised sketch for What Cool People Listen To;

Added is a band in the BG. . . the sketch in for the artist name on the bar. . .
a bit more detail in the bg in general, and I de-poofed the cat's tail :3 I just sent Shade the current sketch, waiting for a response.

And here's somethin' I finished today-

"Underground"-
It.. it took awhile, but i finally made the cave look like a cave, so I am happy enough with it.
Prints of it are available, and will be present at FC in a few weeks.

In addition, there's 12 days left in my auction, The Slave Drive!
http://www.furbuy.com/auctions/1013729.html

HOLY SHIT IT'S HUGE

Some things for another website-

This is related to (but might not actually be, as my handwriting is horrible) the Kanji for "Suffering-" A Primary symbol in the Bitter Endings trilogy that Zach has been scripting for the last few years.


And this is the WIP for the image at the bottom of the page- it is an array of primary characters from the stories, from left to right-
Raixen, Sirus, Artemis, Kyo, Amanda, Skylar, and Dr. Fillask.
I probably won't finish this for awhile, but that's perfectly alright- it's not too terribly important, compared to other things.

Ehm. There is a large number of sketches, now.
like, a shit lot.


These are all sketches concerning Porta Custodis (working title)-
There's a medley of Stephen, Lucifer, the Kids, Ol' Shuck, and prototypes of the damned as they appear in the story :3
If you can read the handwriting, then maybe you can see that I'm posing a different take on lucifer-
Going sort of on the idea that, well-
He rebelled when God's creations were still but young. I sort of imagine him as being something like a teenager- He has a natural bit of rebellion in him, and he understands that what he did was wrong- but has no fuckign clue how to fix it, and part of him resents the idea of doing so-
Once i figure out how to draw the wings right, they'll be clipped-
An angel who can't fly :3

as for the dog, Ol' Shuck, he's sort of more of a minor player (though an actual dog- not sapient) and is intended to be drawn as a mix of Boxer and Leonberger.
He's very loosely based on The Grimm dog, tough his existane leans more toward Cŵn Annwn, with the exception that he does reside in the northernmost area of Storia's graveyard. . . :3 He helps lost souls find their way to the terminal, where they take the appropriate train to whichever place they're meant to head for.

I don't have too much to say about the kids, other than that they die, and that one of them (Aaron) is Stephen's son- They're meant to play a major role in the story, but I haven't worked it out yet.

As for Stephen himself- I describe what he is most basically as Hell's Security Guard, but that's not exactly it- I'll try to geher my thoughts and post more on it later :

The DJinn (i said Genie up there, but decided that it sounded cheesy, and went with the original Djinn) and the cat-demon--thing are residents of hell-
I'm aware of the usual myths on the DJinn, and am somewhat familliar with their status as a real entity (within some cultures :3) however, here, they're mostly as a particular punishment for a particular series of crimes-
plus, the idea of a person being made out of smokeless fire is just damn cool- but otherwise I don't have much of a backstory for their involvement, or if it will be at all major.

as for the cat-like-things-
those are souls that reside in hell. I was toying with the idea of-
what's one of the worst things ?
well-
I sort of thought- Being dehumanized. No longer being yourself.
I've heard that people who get face transplants usually end up going nuts and killing themselves-
because that's not them in the mirror anymore. I sort of ran with that-
They're emaciated, and originally were supposed to to just have shriveled faces, but I ended up extending that a bit further into a more feral side, and the fact that they ended up feline is purely coincidental. it's.. sort of the standard punishment, and the severity depends on why you're in hell to begin with;
it is implemented in addition to other, more specific punishments.

and. Yes. there's.. that.
Next up. . .


this is actually really old, a few months, but I just now finally scanned it ^_^;
It's Error and Gwen-
I suppose that, if I made it more of a memory or dream-scape, I could alternatively title it "when she loved me."- I'd include more, but I feel like I've already wasted your time with my .. ranting right above there.


this is a sketch-wtf-thang for Infinity Cat,- which is what I name all my clothing designs after- it's the DWP "line," if you will.
this was an idea suggested o me by a friend, and I rathe rliked it-
plus, well.
baby dragon.
D'aww.
when I digitally ink it, I'll be trying to adapt away from what it looks like now-
looks more.. spyro-y than I'd intended.

small update to website!

http://desertwindproductions.webs.com/tradgal.html
added three pics to the traditional gallery today;
Plan on getting the Projects page back up within the next week or so.. we'll see how THAT goes.

In the meantime, here's Artemis, Looking Sexy on a couch-

I finished this one on New Year's Eve =D
He's a character that belongs to my boyfriend, Zach- and he's a major player in two out of three books in a trilogy he's working on-
Golden Boy (the first book) and Bitter Endings (tentative title- second book)-
He's a gay serial killer/asshole :3

And this next one is a WIP for an Album cover fer a friend of mine; called "What Cool People Listen To"

it's already gotten quite a ways since I began to sketch it earlier today, and I've already re-sketched it and am ready to send it to Ryan to see if the updated version is good :3

And, the last one for today,

This is Svetlana :3 SHe's a rescue worker in RUSSIIAAAAA 8D
She's an outstanding charity commission I've owed for MONTHS, finally finished her up yesterday or the day before or this morning or something x3

Script Preview/commission sketches

First up, for one of the way-too-many-people I know named Kyle:
This is Gabrielle. She has an gun. *nodnod*

I've got to re-arrange everything a big, to help what little composition there is, but I have high hopes for this one =D

I'm gonna continue inking my arts on this laptop, but I may keep using photoshop on my desktop, because red looks like red on that monitor. (as opposed to orange) and black looks like black (as opposed to gray)
if that computer really does just shit all the rest of its bricks on me, then I'll see if i can plug in my monitor to the laptop (cuz i do believe that I can)
>>

And, because I can, here's the current "workspace" for one of my projects that'll never get done-
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/-sandman-/
It will, eventually, become a musical.
eventually.

And, last but not least, I'm gonna give you an excerpt from the script for one of my Graphic Novel Projects-
the working title is "Porta Custodis" but this'll probably change.

[Christmastime, in Storia, a small town surrounded by hills and farms- rocks, all the sort. It is cold, but not cloudy, too far north and not high enough in elevation to be snowy this time of year. The town is mostly wooden, with levels and basements, as well as tunnels beneath porches and between houses, for the children. Near Stephen’s house, there is a well, and by the well, elevated a bit, surrounded by a ring of stones, is the town’s Christmas tree, perched on the main platform. It is poorly lit, but there are children climbing on the rocks. Stephen is sitting on his porch with his wife, watching a little girl walk around the well.

Under his neighbor’s porch , a few kids are playing. Stephen stretches, and helps his wife up. He glances over at the children under the porch and calls to them, opening his door and allowing his wife into the house. He waits for the children to enter before he does. The door closes.]

[Underground. A train track runs over a dark lake. At either end there are tunnels, and scattered throughout are pillars and stalactites.

Stephen, cloaked, is standing at one end of the train tracks, just in front of the forward tunnel. His face is shadowed, and he is frowning, his eyes glinting from underneath his hood. Across the tunnel is an escapee soul. Crouched and hissing. It breaks into a sprint along the tracks, directly toward Stephen. He braces himself, eyes narrowed, and hands held out to meet the other.

The soul leaps into the air at the last second, and Stephen jumps to meet it, landing a kick square along the escaped soul’s jaw.]

Stephen: [Snarling] You can’t just “leave.”

[The soul hisses, thrown off into the lake.

Stephen floats gently above the height of the train tunnel, alert.

The soul grabs the edge of the bridge below and launches itself at Stephen, pummeling the man in the side. Stephen grabs behind the being’s head, using the momentum from the tackle to swing the soul into the rocky wall of the cavern.]

Stephen: You think you can best me that easily? [He growls.] I’ve been doing this my whole damned life, and I will Not be retiring any time soon!

Escaped Soul: [Hissing.] There’s a first time for everything, Old Man. [It plants its feet against the cold stone and pushes off, darting upwards and into the shadows of the cavern’s ceiling. In the far tunnel, a train whistle is heard.

Stephen dives back down to the exit he had been guarding before, his hands pressed lightly against the top of the tunnel and his feet dangling about midway down the opening. A single light appears in the far tunnel, and the train blows its whistle again. The passenger engine bursts from the far tunnel and out over the lake. As the end comes into view, a shadow drops onto the last car, hanging onto the railing about the end tightly.

And at the last second, Stephen flips upwards and out of the way, braced against the cavern’s stone walls, inches away from the top of the speeding locomotive. He leaps off as the train comes to an end, diving down and kicking the soul from the train.]

Stephen: [Pinning the creature to the tracks.] You really. . . Really think you could get past me? [The soul snarls, struggling against the weight of the man. Stephen frowns and grabs the soul roughly about the scruff of its neck, dragging it back down the tunnel the train had come from.]

[Morning. Blue light is filtering in through the windows. Stephen kisses his wife’s cheek, rolls out of bed, and stretches. He cleans up, changes into his work clothes, grabs his work bag, and leaves the house, walking down the street toward the school

The key slides into the lock, and Stephen opens the door into the dusty light, going to place his books on his desk and set up for the day. He begins to whistle while he works, scratching something onto the blackboard and moving to open the blinds covering the windows.]

Stephen: [Murmuring to himself] The mornings afterwards are always beautiful. . .

Tobias: [He cuts around the edge of the town’s Christmas display, tripping over his feet as he goes, talking to himself while unable to catch his breath] Can’t be late again, can-NOT be late again! Mister Tzeetz will friggin kill me! Breathe, breathe.. [He trips over his feet again, just as the bell rings] ACK! [The ten-year-old picks himself up off of the ground and runs to the wooden doors of the schoolhouse, arriving immediately after they close.] Argh! Let me in, Please! [He pounds on the door] I tripped! I TRIPPED!

[The door opens slowly.]

Stephen: . . . You’re sure about that, Tobias? Weren’t running late before you tripped?

Tobias: I- [He lowers his head and rubs the back of it with his dominant hand.]Well. Yeah, but.. I woulda made it if-

Stephen: Tch! Say no more. Take your seat and settle down. [He steps back to let the child through, then locking the door and striding to the front of the class.] Alright, chitlins! Today, we will begin with. . .

[Rayne slides her book onto the wall surrounding the Christmas tree, then pulls herself up onto the rocks. The girl took a moment getting herself situated, then she poked her nose into the pages, tracing her fingers along the pictures.]

Rayne: Oi! [She giggles.]

???: Whatchoo doin’, Rayne?

[The little girl peered over the picture book, eyes wide.]

???: Can I see?

[The boy was older than she was- one class up, so they didn’t speak often. His name was Aaron, and he was one of the teacher’s children. Sort of at that awkward stage between being a kid and being a teenager- though all that Rayne knew was that the boy looked funny.]

Rayne: [nodding.] Yup! [She holds out the book to the boy and watches him flip through the pages.] That’s my favorite book. ‘bout the kitty in the boots?

Aaron: Hrm. He’s alright. Carries a sword, so it’s—

???: AARON TZHEETZ. Give back my girl her book RIGHT NOW!

[Both children wince. Aaron looks mildly regretful, but hands the book back to Rayne and sprints off.]

Rayne: Momma! I let him see it! He ask’d real nice-like, sos—

Rayne’s Momma: No! He’s too old. Fill yer head with nonsense. Go play with your sister!

Rayne: But- Momma! I-

Rayne’s Momma: No Buts! She’s out back with the chickens- now Shoo! Afore I find somethin’ sort of chores for ya!

[Aaron skids to a stop in front of his parent’s house, grinning slightly from the sprint.]

Aaron: Trish! Hey, Trish! [He ducks underneath the neighbor’s porch and peeks his head in one of the smaller holes.] Trish! You in the cubbyhole? [He makes a face, then backs out form under the porch, darting up the stairs] Must be inside, then. Maybe helpin’ mum cook. Hey, Mum? [he pushes open the door to his parent’s house and enters.] Mum? Trish in here? I got somefin I wanna show her!

???: I dun wanna see it! Not if it’s another worm!

Aaron: [following the voice] Nothin’ like that, Trish! It’s just they’re about to put the star on the tree. Thought you’d wanna come see.

Trish: [Poking her head out of the kitchen] Is pops doin’ it again this year?

Aaron: Naw. Said he’d try to be off work in time ta see it with us, though!

Trish: [Her face lights up and her head disappears back into the kitchen.] Momma, Momma can I go, please?!

Eleanor: [warmly] of course you can! Go on- git. Be back soon, though.

[Both children dash out of the house, nearly slamming doors and knocking down furniture as they go. They come to a stop in the area in front of the tree, amongst a gathering crowd, . . A man sets up a ladder, then makes the long climb to the top, setting a large star with an extremely oversized candle inside atop the tree. The crowd goes silent.

The man strikes a match, lights the star, then closes the ornament, smiling. There is a shot of Stephen in the tunnels, leaning off a stalagmite- then a “mirror” image of the tree.]

=3 I've got a shitload of concept work for this thing floating around the house/internet/hard drive, but for now I'll just leave you with this one:

it was done by Miss Edwards, whose blog you can find here.

I rather enjoy- faces (left to right, up and down) 1, 3, and 6- those are the most in-character for him. :3
I'll be posting some of my sketches eventually- I'll dedicate post to this story later :3