It's been a while since I've had a chance to even think about Illustration Friday, but amidst the post-Surtex follow-up catch-up what-tornado-hit-this-office find-my-desk-under-this-mess find-my-life-under-this-mess madness, they kindly and gently tossed me a softball with this subject and gave me an excuse to stop it all for just a moment and share one of my own favorites, my Flying Naked Babies.
Favorite not because I feel they are some kind of Magnum Opus or anything, but because they were fun to draw...they brought me back to my my artistic foundation: since I could hold a crayon my figures almost always had belly buttons (a characteristic I sort of lost as I grew up and started drawing actual clothes and stuff) and these guys' misshapen little fingers and toes actually made me giggle a few times while I was drawing. What could be more fun than that?
Come to think of it, that's pretty much my idea of heaven, drawing and giggling uncontrollably at the same time.
An honest and intuitive friend of mine pointed out that, although cute, there is a borderline-creepy edge to them. Maybe this is why they make me giggle. I really tried to go for cutesy sweetness that America would embrace and proceed to license their little hearts out until the world was so Flying-Naked-Baby-saturated you could hardly stand it any more, but something deep inside kept that from happening all-the-way, and they became secretly-creepy babies incognito...just posing as cute ones in my portfolio (although slightly kinder-gentler versions of them have been licensed here and there over the years). No, I guess they'll never become the next Precious Moments.
But that's OK. They still remain a personal and sort of private favorite of mine. As long as I make an effort to overlook how a few of them try to look like Eric Cartman every now and then.