
Just finished this portrait of the old BattleStar Galactica action figure, "Imperious Leader." Strange, when I work on these things before I go to bed, it sometimes affects my dreams.
I had a dream last night that my friend Joe was doing a Mexican hat dance. As he danced these waist-high, semi-flat, semi-circular, squashed looking, fleshy creatures with eyes came out and danced and ran around him, zipping in and out between his legs and feet as he danced.
The creatures came out one by one and progressively got smaller until the last one was a mouse sized creature scurrying around on the ground.







