At his point, my AD Brent Evans (who is a spectacular guy and I have to thank him on every project for his clarity of direction and patience) gave me the most important advice for Shadowrun artwork I've yet to receive: The first rule of Shadowrun is: everyone's a badass.
Everyone. Did you just have a baby? It's a badass newborn baby. Your grandma lives in the Shadowrun universe? She's a badass granny. Even the rats are badasses (this should come as no surprise to anyone who's played an RPG).
Quiz time: You've been bitten by a ghoul and you're slowly turning into a rancid human-zombie hybrid. What are you?
That's right, you're a badass. So I redesigned and sent Brent this:
Now I'm running behind, really behind. Two days from now is the extended deadline, behind.
I don't have my reference yet.
I don't have the model I was going to use anymore.
My sister Ruby, who at the last second heroically volunteered to model for the face, can't model for the body.
I'm out of options. But I am an artist, and no artist is ever out of ingenuity.
So this happened:
She might have been me.
Alright, it was me. I'm that bearded hooker.
I took these pictures at ten at night, and painted until dawn. Then I took a three hour nap, and painted until four the next morning, at which point I finished this:
She just finished eating a guy.
Also, she just finished shaving her beard.