…loot…

We were pretty close to having a Zare episode today. I wrote for hours yesterday–and still didn’t get one finished. But I got a lot of things worked out. So. That’s good. Bodes well for next week!

In the mean time, I have this:

Yup, I made myself a tee shirt! I kind of love it.

You can have one, too, if you want. I have it for sale at Redbubble.

Also, there is more than t-shirts; pillowcases, mugs, bags, notebooks…

You should go check it out. 

Also, Redbubble is having a 20% off sale today (Monday, 6/20) use code CARPE20 

Find the lucky one

I have always loved the Irish–there is a solid smattering of the British Isles in my blood, but I married a man whose Irish lineage is much more prominent. St. Patrick’s Day is a big deal for us, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

There is, of course, more to the Irish than shamrocks and Guinness.

There are potatoes, too.

J/K, there are potatoes, but there is so much more than that.

St. Patrick’s story is an amazing one, you should look it up. The short version is that he was kidnapped by Irish marauders as a kid, and enslaved by a warlord on Ireland for years. He eventually escaped and went back to England (Patrick’s English! What!), at which point God told him to go back to Ireland and spread the Gospel.

So, he did.

He had epic showdowns with the king’s druids, and legend holds he drove all the snakes from Ireland–legend takes that literally, but I suppose it might be figurative, too.

Patrick is only one of Ireland’s saints–they all have pretty amazing stories. This little book, Celtic Flames, is a good appetizer to get you into their stories.

In the mean time, I made it easy to find the lucky clover. Had fun sketching a bazillion clover for this one, it’s up on Redbubble if you’re interested!

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Fire Horse

I have a new design up on Redbubble. Christmas week I just had a hankering to draw a horse–my favorite kind of horse to draw, the Arabian.

Arabians and their daughter breed, the Thoroughbred, are high energy horses–often referred to as “hot” or more poetically “fiery.”

There is a half Thoroughbred horse where I ride who I will probably always refer to as a colt–because he acts like one. Always active and getting into trouble, he has a deep desire to work, to run,  to do stuff, and be the center of attention.  He is not afraid of much, but he’ll spook at imaginary things for an excuse to gallop across his pasture. Then he’ll prance, stamping and rearing just because he can. Last week he was plucking the fence like a guitar.

Some horses are made of fire.

firehorse

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