Beautiful, both of them. Bobby, I especially love the use of the spray tool to give the piece texture, I think it really brings out the highlights of the fur and adds ambiguity to the nose. It raises the deep question, can we ever truly know where our face ends and nose begins? Without observing it for ourselves, it is like the elusive electron: both everywhere and nowhere.
The unorthodox alignment of the head on his neck is initially shocking to the viewer, yet further introspection makes one realize the profound inner strength that is needed to carry on and live a happy, fulfilling life with such a disability.
The rocket nipples (not pictured) symbolize a powerful and passionate sensuality, but one that is destructive as well. It must be guarded, hidden, lest it be taken advantage of by those who would use it for ill ends.
And dunc, your depiction of dualhack is as touching as it is thought-provoking. The pained expression, coupled with a tale of relentless sexual conquest, speaks of trouble beneath his fluffy orange exterior. What host of venereal diseases wrack the body of this lusty beast? Copulation must be an act of agonizing pain, but in a fast-moving modern world there is no reprieve. He must continue to give of himself until it destroys him, turning the relentless gears of society while tragically spreading his misery to all those he contacts. Is this a metaphor for the rise of corporate civilization?
By having the most sex with his borther, dualhack reminds us that we hurt the most for those we love.