Bury me at sea where no murdered ghost can haunt me.

Recent times have seen me crushing the jeweled thrones of the earth beneath my sandaled feet.  Or if not of the earth, at least the jeweled thrones I've constructed in my own brain.  As my progress on the painting portion of this thing I've undertaken reaches it's final stages I'm finding ways to stretch it out.  I managed to finish one more panel and start another before digging up some other old crap to finish and get excited about again.  Two and a half (ish) more to go and I'm already distracting myself.  Here's the one I completed-


Brother Cat convenes the faithful.  After claiming the council's mantle from the dear departed Brother Lion, the old pureheart, Brother Cat set about enacting his bloody agenda.  It'll end in tears.  Or decapitation.  Probably decapitation.

I also cooked up another panel, long in the works, for the long as hell, multi-panel thing I cooked up at the beginning of the year.  I've decided that I'm going to frame this a little differently.  Instead of one long progression of things, I'm going to do a bunch of stuff like this what will lay out in a landscape of sorts.  Really it's just a way to make all of my inane one-off ideas somewhat cohesive.  Here is this-


And it'll turn into other things.  So far, I've got 3 24x8" stretches of this done, and an idea for a fourth.  BUT it will move in other directions.  Such as this one-


In total, it looks like this-

 You can't see it, because the scan cut off, but the beginning portion of a bear's snout creeps into the end of the last frame.  Fourth panel will be bears.

 The Stegotine and a few others already fit in line.  More in the works follow this green ground/cloudy sky format, which I find it be an easy background for me because I'm lazy and I like the colors.  So we'll see.  The end result of this will really just be my room being dizened with the things, and hopefully it will look like I'm surrounded by a march of monsters.

In other news, an old fire has been kindling in my guts for a while now.  I am on the verge of becoming a monster again.  Living where I do makes it easy.  The late night panhandle will thunder at my step and the trees will shudder under my fists.  Or else I'll just hurt myself again and become even more bitter and hateful.  I'm going to wait until the rain abates, but I'm doing all my preparatory action for retaking the reigns of Bajiquan.  Proof positive that I never relinquish love, no matter how much it destroys me, right there.