So, I’ve been chugging away with my experimental “CSS illustration as comic” project for a while now, and posting .png outputs of the results on forestfrenemies.wordpress.com. Today there is a new character, who is definitely not a robin.
At this point I have prepared about five pretty sturdy characters, (fox, rabbit, bluebird, wolf and bear), with a variety of modular facial expressions and postures. Creating a new panel without any new content only takes about half an hour or so, which is pretty handy. Scaling is lovely and clean, and every time I add a new element, it can be stashed away for reuse later, saving more time in the future.
If you’d like to play around with the CSS on this page, here it is on jsbin: https://jsbin.com/roride/42/edit?css,output. It’s pretty scruffy and not cross-browser compatible right now, so consider yourself warned.
Page 4 of my comic, which only took a hundred years. Passive-aggressive invertebrates to the rescue!
But it was fun.
Look at this terrible shed. Or rather, the shed itself is okay, but this rendering of it is pretty bad.
Another digital painting, cursing the fatness of my finger tip. It’s like drawing with mittens on. I have a stylus around here somewhere, that I ought to dig up.
Practicing digital painting with Procreate on an iPad. Five minute study of a muddy puddle in a field all churned up by diggers. Difficult to see the screen in strong sunlight.
Another creature from the woodlands. This one is an implausible pink. These little guys were originally designed to be knitted finger puppets.
Behold the magnificent derpen fox. He’s a collection of CSS shapes, for easy posing and animation. Here he is in his natural habitat.
Listen to my tale of shame and woe.
I am thirty one years old. I grew up in a village with two equestrian centers. And I have only now learnt how to say the word “jodphurs”.
At some point I will forget this nugget of information and go back to saying “jolpurs” and making a show of myself.
The weather has been so tempestuous lately, and the seas so rough, that I’d like to think that all the local sea monsters are just hanging out in the bar swopping stories until things calm down a bit.