Foxy Flapper And Furry History

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Furry History




Art by Foxy Flapper.

One of the problems of drawing anthros is the tendency to put their images in isolation from a real universe.  I ought to know, I regard backgrounds as anathema and use of color an annoyance.  
I recently tried Google+ again and I find the same old story.  Most sites have no focus, it appears that the furry thing attracts only young, stupid kids with no inner compass.  No stories, no character development, abysmal art.  Raiders and other children cannot leave these sites alone.  Posting is slow to non-existent, and the site dies under it's own weight.  Most sites have no direction and no originality, and this is particularity apparent in comic book sites.  Comics have a long and very interesting history, and yet I cannot find a one that does not feature Marvel or DC's stock superheroes who represent the corporate bottom line instead of story.  So when I find talent and intelligence it is a real treat to view such a site.
The above is Foxy Flapper's rendition of the marriage of Arthur and Guinevere.  She has a site devoted to fashion through the ages, with furries who look like genuine living beings.  Although a small site in terms of membership, it is starting to grow and with good reason.
Her site has a purpose.
Her co-conspirator on this site is the published artist Zannah L., who contributes a great deal to Furry Conventions, which is where I first heard of her.  Terrific art.




Moonprincess, Zannah L.

These young ladies are putting up outstanding work.  Other than porn, few sites have any kind of point to make.  I have been a lifelong student of period costume, which is why I don't post my silly rabbit pictures to Furry History. I have one up which I am sick of looking at of a rabbit in armor.  Most of my rabbits wear armor or very little, they are covered in fur after all.  I drag stuff from far better artists than me and post them to Furry History.  Oh, and I do have my version posted of Bugs Moran's Awful, Very Bad, Terrible Day.
But Ms. Flapper really likes the 1920's.  Her pictures of club life in the jazz age are a delight.  Although I did not ask for permission to post this particular video, I wish people to get an idea of why I like this site:

 https://youtu.be/PsR_gquooIM

This is raw talent on display.  




Miss Glory by Foxy Flapper.  The word "Follies" belongs in here somewhere.

Well, this has been my post for the day.  Even though Mister Scribbles is all about my vain, delusional, frequently drunk, grouchy, violent, brooding, neurotic, whiny, psychotic, and all round poorly rendered bunny even I have to recognize that there is genuine talent and skill out in the unrewarding and underestimated world of Furry Art.  But take not my word for it, here is the address-

  https://plus.google.com/communities/106203985512506448572

Knock on the basement door and tell the guy at the eyeslit that Foxy sent you!


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