“A dragon… gyahahahaha…. that doesn’t know how to be… a dragon…!”
-Omadon, the Red Wizard (From the Flight of Dragons)
So I sat down with my sketchbook and didn’t know what to draw. While trying to marshal my thoughts, I began thinking about that link I posted a few days ago, about that 3d modeller.
A number of his dragons were strongly reminiscent of snakes and/or lizards with fancy headgear, and this impression was only compounded further by the fact that he only did heads and necks in most cases- there was no way to tell what the dragon’s proportions were, if it had a short neck and a thick body to go with its giant triple-fluted crest or if it stuck to the same proportions as the 54 before it.
This mental rambling combined with my continued inablilty to come up with something for tonight made me wonder, as I have briefly (and without any sort of good answer) before, just what makes a dragon a dragon?
I don’t know, myself, and I won’t pretend that I do. I know that the dragons I draw are such because I decided that while I was drawing them. To the untrained or uninformed eye, some of the creatures that dwell within the pages of this blog might or might not be dragons, or even draconic in origin; just some sort of chimeric monsters.
This isn’t to disparage my work, nor the other guy’s; it’s just something that bears thinking upon. As I have no definitive answers to this slightly thorny problem, I give you this that I sketched while mulling it over:
I think that my handwriting is legible enough that I don’t need to caption this, and I haven’t got much else to say at the moment- I’ve been wrestling with the internet for the last few hours trying to stay online long enough to get it uploaded in the first place, so I guess I’ll just end here tonight.
Thank Verizon for that, kids. I’ll see you tomorrow.
