I've been in a holding pattern of late. I don't know why. For a while, I felt on the verge of something; maybe cataclysm or else something new and awesome. At very least I anticipated productivity. But this sense built and held, and the holding stagnated and now I find myself here. I've been working on these three things, but their completion has been hampered by my ability to idly distract myself. 
The first one depicting torosaurus (formerly triceratops) ridden by three skeleton folks, the second sees parasaurolophus and some kind of gun wielding skeleton, and the third being iguanodon and some kind of skeleton and his owl friend. All came as a result of my age old dinosaur fixation and my discovery of a photo archive containing pictures of 18th century Italian monastics in funerary garb. I've got no idea what's going on there, but I enjoy the idea.
These chaps fit slightly to the stegosaurus guillotine I finished most recently, and when completed will form something of a set. I might do more prehistoric beasts, as I'd like to see my main man, the wooly mammoth painted. time periods do not match, but time periods mean nothing to me. In my universe the veil of time has been rent asunder, and it's tattered threads laid across eachother at whatever intersection I think is funny.
But until then I'm trying to end my stasis. Flurries of activity are often followed by periods of lull for me, but I'm trying to crack this one.
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