I plan not to have to paint the Witch that small again.  Preferably, no on who should be recognizable will be painted at that size.  It seemed like a good idea during the sketch, though.

I love painting deserts, for some reason.  Maybe it’s the (apparent) simplicity, the feeling of expansiveness, or the desolation.  Or maybe it’s just a passing fad.  This particular one was originally going to be a rocky badlands setting, but I’m pretty happy with this incarnation.