My tribute to the world's most beautiful woman, Lynda Carter. Got a shitload of drawings I want to finish, but shut myself in working on this instead.
Friday night, start working on this, look up, sunrise saturday morning, look up, wow, sunset. Oh, sunrise again. Forget to eat? *sniff* Need shower. Who needs food? Finish showering, resume painting. Sunday, repeat the process. Finished dawn this morning.

When you're that myopically obsessed with drawing teh pretty eagle boobs, you don't notice that maybe ONE EYE is really wonky (part of Carter's incredible beauty was her incredibly symmetrical face, imo), the tiara's crooked, one hand is waay bigger than the other, and I'd completely redo one of her arms if I wasn't afraid of ruining it. BUT PRETTY EAGLE, so who the eff cares?

Actually, now that I look at it, the eagle isn't symmetrical, either. *sigh*

Didn't come even close to doing Lynda Carter justice, but it's the thought that counts, right?

Note: I beefed up the arms a little. But yes, Lynda's waist really is that tiny- nor corset required. I suppose by today's comic book standards, her build would be considered frail. She was a dancer before snagging the role, so she has a ballerina's body- the extra tall variety to boot.