Go get 'em, Tiger.

My 20th high school class reunion is this weekend. I've been asked in the most flattering way possible to create something for the event's dinnertime raffle, which I assumed meant a drawing or painting and not crocheted potholder. I'm hoping this is the case, as I've never crocheted before.

So after some internal mulling over pictorial options, I settled on this.

He's my high school mascot.

Last time I saw him, he was, like, big and awesome and strong and fast. Always snarling, or haughtily prancing about. He had a closet full of sports jerseys, as far as I could figure.

But it's been 20 years. I'm sure he's still roaring and prowling on the inside.

 

oil on canvas, 12 x 16 inches

Beatnik Turtle.

With thanks to my dear agent, Abigail Samoun, for requesting the theme.

The beatnik thing, that is. For some reason, the turtles just came to me. I mean, who doesn't just think about turtles?