Another meeting doodle. Partway through I started trying to draw reflected light. I think it’s the first time I’ve been remotely successful at it.
Another meeting doodle. Partway through I started trying to draw reflected light. I think it’s the first time I’ve been remotely successful at it.
Another collaboration between Cowdog Creatives and myself.
I don’t want to sound like a prude, but maybe they’re a little too exposed.
Ever wake up homeless, hung over, and covered in squirrels?
Just some Poe fangirling.
I actually don’t hate this one. Yet. I tried, in my way, to recreate those old storybook illustrations. Maybe it needs more contrast. Maybe I need to stop looking at it.
And just for the record, here is my sketch, which I liked so well I was nervous to ink it. I could have gone in and darkened with a pencil, but that would have been cheating. It’s Inktober.
I KNOW I don’t have to tell you what it’s from.
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.