Shapeshifter

This is (the slightly expurgated version of) a recent photo manip commission that was based on the transformation scene from An American Werewolf in London/ Accordingly, it's indoors and at a specific point in the change. The background has some little nods to the movie - the See You Next Wednesday poster and the hissing cat, and a portrait of Lon Chaney Jr, the original Wolfman. I decided to set it during the day, late evening or so, for a change of pace.

December's monthly Patreon painting, now available on public galleries. This is the first with TF elements in a couple of months, so I felt it might be interesting to share it here as well.

My TF comic, Professor Amazing and The Incredible Golden Fox, is just getting ready to start its second chapter. With that in mind, I figured I'd upload a new image to the site. This image is actually more of a chapter 3 preview image, but I thought it fit in pretty well on this site. Professor Amazing and The Incredible Golden Fox can be found at http://paigf.thecomicseries.com Get updates a month in advance and in high definition by becoming a Patron of mine at https://www.patreon.com/...

Commission for Onom! --- For those interested in my artwork, my commissions and Patreon infos are in my profile :)

A commission I did for Pixelmorpher1. He came up with a lovely concept for a young couple casting off the fetters of civilization and running wild as mustangs, and I had a wonderful time trying to do it justice!

Photomorph using a human and canine skull.

A little comic for Werewolf Wednesday. Pretty skritchy but not bad for only taking an hour or two. Usually pop culture werewolves have insta-total healing powers. I thought it might be interesting how a werewolf would get along without such. (I know dogs can get along with a missing back leg)

Commission for Trodon, he wanted himself to a pudgy werewolf gal

A nice basic werewo . . . uh, dog.

The late November day dawned clear and unseasonably warm, but that didn't last long. Clouds began to drift in by the time she'd finished breakfast, woolly, dark heaps of them hurried along by a biting wind. They jumbled together and sealed off the sky, pressing low to the ground and turning midday dark as evening. By the time the sun set the first flakes of snow began to drift down. It would have been a perfect night for curling up with a mug of cocoa and a book, but lycanthropy is never cal...