Michael R. Barrick's blog

I'm nowhere near happy with it yet, but I'm not flummoxed anymore. The light that is coming from the lower left is messing with my head and making it really hard to just trust what I'm seeing over invasive proscriptive thoughts about how I want the shadows on a nose to work. Literally changing how I was approaching the easel made a big difference. via Instagram

Vidma, the Stygian witch, lurking in her cave. via Instagram

Let's commit some crimes! via Instagram

Fuzzy slugs via Instagram

I find this amusing: the last thing an old security camera sees before being upgraded. via Instagram

My upstairs neighbours and I. via Instagram

Current #WIP I'm experimenting with skin-tones this time and have so other things I plan to try on this old grocery bag. Maybe soon I will go back to wood and canvas grounds, but for now there is definitely something freeing about working on crappy paper I know will rot. via Instagram

I forgot that the doe with a crush on Rudolph is named Clarice. It definitely adds to the joke. via Instagram