super cool art dude

I have and it was designed by cowards. I feel only contempt for it. What i hate most about the baby Yoda, I will be honest here, is the lack of originality. Yoda is supposed to look like he does because he is unfathomably old. He is, like, 600 or something and iirc this is supposed tp be a fairly big deal even for his species. And yet here is baby yoda looking eaxctly the same as regular flavor Yoda minus like 3 wrinkles and a liver spot and plus shiny baby eyes??? Its like if someone tried to reverse engineer Stan Lee's species as a baby using only a pic of him at 95 and just made a small elderly Stan Lee with 1 less wrinkle. I loathe it. What it is is a transparent attempt to grab at both lazy recognizability of Yoda as a marketable character, and also + slapping on some generic 'cute' markers again very transparently for marketability. There is no thought to what makes a good design or to worldbuilding or character or to HOW AGING WORKS UPON ANIMALS. HERE IS THE BALD FACED TRUTH: BABY YODA SHOULD LOOK LIKE A MY LITTLE PONY SPINOFF ABOUT A GREEN PUG DOG WITH LUSCIOUS FLOWING LOCKS OF HAIR. YODAS SPECIES SHOULD LOOK LIKE THEY WERE DESIGNED IN A POOR ATTEMPT TO ELBOW IN ON THE LITTLEST PET SHOP MARKET WITH A "LITTLEST ALIEN DUDES" LINE IN 1998. They should look like they each come with a special personalized plastic comb. Why no one ever consults me on matters like this I will never fucking understand

some more owed stuff done recently! I wanted to have more for this post but work has been mega slowing down my work on my queue and I wanted to post so I'll post my other stuff separately when its done

GO MY GERM 🦠🦠🦠🦠🦠🦠🦠🦠🦠

I had the idea to do a cell model cosplay beamed into my forebrain like visions from an angry god a few weeks ago and started working on this immediately. and good lord this was the most fun ive had on a project in a long time. like seriously it was so fun getting creative with these materials and thinking about fun ways to do all the organelles. while working on this i probably went "hehehehohohe" at least once an hour.

I think i'm going to name this guy Prota Z. Bacilli. If you look closely I do have every basic organelle that you'd expect from a cell model. (and thats a flu shot lol.)

My favorite detail, though, is his performance of Pure Imagination. On the surface, the song is charming and inviting, but if you look closely at him throughout the scene, you'll notice that Gene never blinks. He looks around, down at his feet, up at the trees; his eyes never fully close. He moves erratically, stuttering up and down the steps of the chocolate room. The lyrics are warm and friendly, but his face is blank. He bows to permit his visitors to run amok, but his posture is stiff. He helps Violet and Mike reach a couple of treats, but there is no joy in the gesture. The final post-chorus feels like a dirge, a threat, and a warning, all at once; Wonka sits in repose under a tree, but his eyes are glassy and dispassionate. "There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination; / living there / you'll be free / if you truly / wish / to be.......... "

Then Charlie comes back with that everlasting gobstopper. He puts it on the desk near his hand and Wonka so tentatively reaches for it, and in the most emotional voice says, "So shines a good deed in a weary world."

And then he shatters the ceiling and shows Charlie the beauty and wonder of the real world rather than his imagined, performative one, because he wanted to see one goddamn act of kindness after surrounding himself with saccharine sweet and artificial performance for so much of his life. Like that ending truly gets me because he's snapped out of such an embittered funk.

Silence of the Lambs was just starting on whatever channel. It might have been HBO. I watched the whole thing, never having seen it before. And then, I think I flipped channels again to find something else, and I landed on Willy Wonka on a different channel.