Tonsil painting was a really remedy at one time. If you got a sore throat your parents painted your tonsils with Merthiolate, a disinfectant which has fallen out of favor due to containing toxic mercury. Oh, where have the good old days gone?
This picture is horrible, but for some reason I hate it less than the last one. I think it really captures the feeling of being sick and having to resort to painting your tonsils with heavy metals.
She’s just painted her toenails and she likes the way they look.
Autocorrect said, “Painting Tonsils.” I hate letting autocorrect down. Maybe the next one should be that.
I haven’t drawn with real ink in so long, I forgot how tricky it is. I accidentally blooped a big drop on her hair! Fortunately I have many tricks up my sleeve now, and was able to hide it.
I don’t like this drawing very much. I think that’s why I keep blathering about it.
A timid family of Blind Sniffers, taking turns sniffing a daisy. Notice their color-shifting camouflage, which, apart from their incredible sense of smell, is their most essential defense against predators. Sniffer steaks are best served with citrus, as they can taste quite gamey.
Drew Pandora in a meeting today. Something about the ink splats already on the page made me think of her.
Another collaborative masterpiece between Cowdog Creatives and myself.
Sarah D. Silvey 