Hypochondria

Today was busy. Art class, Chilling in Philly, Library (which I took up Justine and Scott's suggestion... I got The Amulet of Samarkand, which they said was a good read), and then Work.
Yeah.
Okay so! Here is my illustration for this week. It's very simple. It took me 3 hours of planning it out (thumbnails and pose studies and research on doctor's masks and gas masks and then a few things about the character herself), and then it only took me about 2 and a half hours of actually DOING it. Actually it probably took me only 2. I was talking a lot during class. But yeah. It's reminscent of Tim Burton's shiznot. The assignment was to illustrate one of the magazine articles she handed out. There was stuff about plastic surgery, gay marriage, memory alteration, and then hypochondria craziness. I didn't get any specific images for any of the other articles, so I went with the hypochondria one. Plus I knew that everyone else was working on the other three ones. By the way, if you aren't sure what hypochondria means, it means the persistent conviction that one is or is likely to become ill, often involving symptoms when illness is neither present nor likely, and persisting despite reassurance and medical evidence to the contrary. So yeah. In the article, there was some nonsense about wearing doctors masks and plastic baggies on your hands and catching brain cancer if you have someone's old refrigerator. The splatters are the nonexistant lethal germs. It has a black border but I scanned it funny and it was too big for the scanner in the first place.




P.S. If you REALLY want to request from art from me of ANY kind... Feel free to throw some money my way. I might be able to fit you into my busy schedule. For real. This is not a joke. Email me about it if you so wish, kc_kool@hotmail.com. You probably won't wish though, which makes me sad. BUT I NEED MONEY. So do it.