It's a beautiful design in your hands ... certainly looks himalayan enough. Belies your labor quite nicely... glad to hear you had fun! ^^ (As a Snow Leopard with weight fluctuation problems, I sympathize with like all of these attitudes.)
I especially love the pose in the middle, with that little combination of kitten and pouncing tiger. Do you, when sketching, plan out the negative space, or just let it develop? Curiosity, seeing as how your negative space is masterful but naggingly infrequent.
Well, (cough) (Jimmy Stewart Voice) Well I duknow, goil, it's all that Snow Leppurds is, egh, like H-Himilain in origin, and the latin-ish name makes it seem like, a-all mountainous. ("Altus" means "high." Hence, "Alto," "Altitude," and "Citius, Altius, Fortius." TMYK.)
XD I'm afraid if I see your sketchbooks, I'll get blinded. You're like Aiden of Ionia or something. Ӿ~Ӿ These are too good to be thrown out. The composition still belies excellent taste. You studied at an institution with fucking Richard Serra and George Rickey sculptures on the front lawn, and HOT DAMN did it show.
I think too much about everything I pursue. It’s finals week, and my brain is kinda stuck in overdrive. If I never have to use a goddamned surveying cosine again it’ll be too soon. Ergo, anything that’s comparatively basic Latin, like a Snow Leopard name, is like being allowed to use a motorcycle in a marathon – you’re so desperate to do something easy that you don’t even consider NOT doing it. It’s a fuck of a lot easier to define “Altius” than it is to write a dissertation on the chiasmus in Cicero’s philosophical analyses (which I actually had to do today, don’t feel bad if you need to look up some of these words).
I paid like $20 for a new sketchpad in a museum gift shop the other day…totally not worth it… I need to buy some real damned sketchbooks (I’ve been in the same one since August) and scan the good shit I’ve drawn in the old ones. Sketchbooks are the garbage of an artistic brain, that’s half the reason they’re interesting. Don’t see yourself short because they’re not polished. Worry not. SO jealous. And glad it rubbed off on you. That IS a fucking awesome sculpture lawn. And you’re within sight of the building with the best damn Abstract Expressionism wing in the Midwest. Seriously, the DIA just fucking hangs “Nocturne in Black and Gold” like it’s a routine painting on a gallery wall. That blew my mind. (I’m prejudiced, what with all the religious euphoria I get during that art… damn, I practically started speaking in tongues by the time I got to behold Frankenthaler’s “The Bay” with my own eyes. My modern-art-suspicious sister, in contrast, alternated between boredom and chiding me for getting too close to the Rothko and Newman. Seriously? They’re MEANT to be looked at up close.)