Femdom art calendar archives almost at an end.
Why do I keep saying “Femdom Art” in so many of these posts, or repeat words like “Dominatrix,” “Femdom” or “Domina” in both the title, and the byline, and the paragraphs?
Well, I’ll admit, it’s for the search engines. While I’m sure I’m drowning in the wash of smutty femdom art sites out there, I’m trying to be professional about working the SEO angle. The bright side is I’ve said these words so many times on my site, I think I can start to relax at least a little bit and focus on something I’ll dare say is more important, quality content.
What’s above is the cover for the Dominatrix Calendar 2000. Can’t remember exactly where the notion for the cover started or where I drew it. It is 11×14 and available unframed.
You may wonder, why the hell aren’t you drawing Harleys!? and this question comes up a lot, asked in particular by large, intimidating men for some reason. One guy asking was the actor who played Leatherface in Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3. He wasn’t trying to kill me, he was producing a TV show about Harleys at the time. The answer is simply Harley Davidson has a legal department that is notoriously draconian, and looks for things like unlicensed t-shirts, posters, and calendars sporting their bikes and logos. The logos used on the hoverbike come from Crescent Bicycles, who have most likely been out of business for decades, adds a touch of steampunk to the cyberpunk.
Of all the calendar covers, I’d say the 2000 cover is my favorite and may be better than the 1995 cover (at least it’s not as creepy with that whole Mother time reaper thing going).
The back cover, with it’s huge white space, wasn’t as strong.
“Fangs ruin any cute pout” – Rasputina, Transylvanian Concubine
That is indeed a bed shaped like a cat. The paws are the feet of the bed, and the eyes are pillows. In hindsight, I may have drawn it backward because cats always have this strange habit of wanting to put their butts in your face.
This piece was loosely based on someone I knew from over at The Queen Mary drag bar in Studio City. Great place, but after the owner died, I think they had trouble keeping up with the high rents and business pressures of that over-gentrified part of town. The lass who inspired this kept trying to get into my pants. Which isn’t a bad thing, but she’d have the worst timing. If she hadn’t pressured me to try speed, it might have even worked out.
She didn’t have a bed shaped like a cat though. I shouldn’t tell my sweetie about a cat-shaped bed. She might want me to build one.
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