Snow pony. ❄️
Thought I should post this picture I started working on at the beginning of southern winter before the beginning of northern winter is here. I’m productive.
I tried to capture the chaotic shagginess of pony hair in winter but as ever, my attempted editing manages to capture chaotic and little else. I also tried to capture snow, but you’ll be able to tell by looking at this picture that I can count the snowy winters I’ve seen on the fingers of one hand. I’d love to tell you my desire to get this right exceeds my desire to spend as little time in PS as possible, but haha. Come on.
So: who is this? Jane’s pony. Who is Jane? Archie’s daughter. Who is Archie? (Have you paid attention to anything on this stupid blog?) Sometimes my brain calls him Grover but the typical consensus is that his name is Goblin; yes, a name earned for him by his personality, though not in the way you’re thinking. Originally, I was going to call him pappardelle, which comes from the Italian pappare, meaning to gobble or scoff down food- something experience tells me little ponies are alarmingly good at. Gobble somehow turned into Goblin, and this angelic little piggy with a less than angelic name was born.
