March 21st, 2011

dirty/clean

When Sherlock meets sharp shiny objects, the results are stranger than you ever guessed

Things have been rather quiet around here lately, mostly due to circumstances beyond my control.* As an apology, here's a petite portion of fan art frothiness.

I found myself pondering the surreal damage that can be wreaked by changing one letter in one word, and the following thing popped out.

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Other suggestions for creative vandalism of the Sherlock script would be much appreciated. I was almost tempted to draw "You've got a psychosomatic pimp, of course you've got a therapist" or "Four serial suicides and now a nose - oh, it's Christmas!", but I still haven't figured out how to illustrate "Don't make people into herpes, John"...

* Last week, I was in the same building as Benedict Cumberbatch's cheekbones, and I'm still receiving treatment for wistful sighing and swooning fits.