Actually, Dolores has been accompanying me on my limited excursions into the public eye for several weeks. It started like this:
That is the angle at which I had to draw her. Not easy, but I persisted. (Actually, I traced her from the pdfs that Franklin made available for download. Cheating, I know, but it was the only way to ensure that she was remotely recognizable as a sheep.)
Then the image progressed. Remember these?
I put 'em to good use.
Ta-da! Behold the Fibertarian candidate!
Don't worry, Franklin. My drawing canvas, aka The Cast, hits the trashcan on November 6, assuming the rest of the healing goes as planned. My most excellent mad art skillz are no competition for you.