I'll lead you about a round.

Come, wait upon him; lead him to my bower.
The moon methinks looks with a watery eye;
And when she weeps, weeps every little flower,
Lamenting some enforced chastity.
Tie up my love's tongue bring him silently.

from A Midsummer's Night Dream

...you say?

More "doin" than "devil", but it's a work in progress. I'd really like to explore the realm of toy manufacture/marketing in an environment dealing with legitimate monster problems.

Well, I never.

The Dandy.

Go green.

Another Greenfern logo.

And another.

Have cradle, will rock.

I've had infants on the mind, what with the arrival of the vandebaby, so more Zeus.

There's the familiar legend of Amalthea, the she-goat who nursed Zeus (holding off on all Last Unicorn references), but there were two lesser-known attendants--completing the naiad triad of maiden/mother/crone. I forget their names, of course. The mythology places them all in a cave, but a tree also figures prominently, and because branches are easier than caves, here you have it. Plus, I like the idea of the little Thunderer dangling over all--a "zeus" ex machina, if you will--it works better, artistically.

Anyway, I think it's been proven that a god hanging from a tree is the lasting image.

Ai!

The Curetes. Stationed under Zeus' crib (hung in the branches of a tree so Mad Pappy Cronus could find him neither in heaven nor on earth), they would clash their weapons and shout to mask the baby's cries, foiling the Search and Destroy. Thus the king-elect was weaned from his surrogate goatmam: amidst the clatter of acorns, spearpoints, and warcry lullabyes. Pretty badass.

Also the new (first?) ex libris for the Livingston household.

Spreeee.

Early design for the Greenferners. Doing a couple more fer ther perusal.

Recently watched The Unbearable Lightness of Being (aka The Incredible Likeness of Bean --you can almost taste the green of those sprouts!). It was alright, I guess--dark and thought-ish. Had to turn it off midway because it had neither magic, superpowers, spaceships, or a makeover scene. Know your limits. Work within them.

Pop!

(With the littlest vdv in mind.)

Zeus came to the lovely Alkmene in the guise of her husband and made the night last three days--thus Hercules was conceived. Unwilling to sit spectator to the grooming of yet another of the Thunderer's lordly by-blows, Hera did what she does best--vowed vengeance. When the human queen went into labor, Hera and her Lovely Arms bade Eiliethyia go to the palace of Alkmene. Once there, the goddess of childbirth sat at the doorstep with her hands wrapped about her knees, preventing delivery. Only the quick thinking of the queen's handmaid Galinthias saved the day. She rushed out crying the birth of a boy, causing the goddess to unclasp her hands in surprise and allow the birth. Accordingly, the angry Eiliethyia rewarded the girl's wits by turning her into a weasel.*

*a creature that was thought to give birth to its young through the mouth.

Lunar jodhpurs--

--what a time to be alive.