I have been abusing my brain terribly in preperation for an upcoming con art show, and this is how it retaliates against me. The title should probably have been "Because you made me paint My Little Dinosaurs, you tyrant, so I'm going to do this and not explain any of it, and maybe I'll even write pretentious free verse about it, HA!, and you can't stop me because I control the hands, muahahahahahAHAHAHAHH! -- Love, The Brain" but that was a little unwieldy to fit in the box.


I'd call it an exercise in personal mythology, but that would only be to hide the fact that I have no idea what this is. It's not based on any real creature. My goal, if I had one, was to make it look wrong, but in the right way. Or, er, something. Yeah. Comments are welcome, and if you locate any meaning in this piece, I hope you brought enough for the whole class.



Painter 7, Intuos tablet, kind've a Boulet influence...