Rain-sodden tempestuous clouds jetted over the city shrouding buildings, trees, and sidewalks in a fine mist muting all vibrancy into soft shades of grey. Wet concrete puddles reflected images of hulking dark buildings looming above as black raincoat wearing pedestrians deftly maneuvered around them. The drab gloom coated everyone in a murky gauze except for one woman: The Fire Lion. Standing over 6 feet tall, and dressed in fiery hues of red and orange, she stood out like a flaming beacon as she waited to cross the street. Her wild mane of copper hair illuminated her growling face with an inferno of flaming heat and she even cast a warm glow upon the pavement below her. I was curious to see what she'd do if I smiled at her. I learned that Fire Lions do not respond well to gesture of cheer, in fact, it only causes their faces to twist further into drooping folds of grumpiness. I found her reaction very amusing and my smile burst forth into a giggle. Fire Lions are fun to tease, but it's advisable to keep your distance. Medium: acrylic, ink, gold metallic paper in sketchbook.
That's why I love you 14, you're not afraid of a big ole Lion! And to think you've never even trained with Sigfried & Roy!
Posted by: Vern | December 08, 2010 at 06:09 AM
That looks like the dean of students at my old high school in San Francisco. If she was in fact a fire lion, that would explain a lot...
Posted by: Claire | December 14, 2010 at 09:24 PM
I can't decide which one I like more - the real lady - or her feline doppelganger....
Posted by: Shannon | December 18, 2010 at 04:34 PM
Very creative, 14! I always love coming back here every so often to see your beautiful art!
Posted by: midi | January 11, 2011 at 01:09 AM