People can think what they want to think, though. The thing that matters to me the most is that this was a fun and crazy experience to paint. Definitely out of my comfort zone. The only thing I wish I could go back and change is the position of the flag on the pole. I was trying to get this painting finished the day I needed it printed out, and the flag was rushed so badly that I flipped it backwards. But I suppose it gives the impression that it's barely hanging on by the top of the pole. Or I simply just butchered the American flag.
Oh well. I admit that I goofed on that flag (and people can deal with it!).
Since I'm going to be meeting Norman Reedus (AKA Daryl Motherfucking Dixon) tonight at the Nashville Horror & Tattoo convention, I figured I should go ahead and post. "Several years after the events that took place when the epidemic began, there stands only one survivor. He fears not the dead, yet the dead cower before him, as he sits atop his trusty giant sabre squirrel, Bloodspill. Daryl Dixon is truly the epitome of an asskicker and a historical American hero." 12 hrs. Photoshop CS5 with a Wacom tablet.