Turns out my niece (the 11-month-old one, not the 2-month-old one) loves to be picked up by her feet. She also doesn’t really crawl but more sort of squirms and swims her way across the floor to try and steal my handkerchiefs. (instrumental)
It’s a million, billion degrees outside. Lead is melting in my pencils (all the more impressive for it being graphite, no?) no stars shining
I learned three things while inking this comic. 1. I need actual drawing nibs, not calligraphy nibs, 2. I need better ink and 3. I need a looser brush. Looks like a trip to the art store is in my future! love come save me
I was fooling around with some drawing inks that Amy gave me and this is what popped out. The colours are not exactly subtle. I found the oompa-loompa-ness of it terrifying so I desaturated the frightfulness out of it. Here’s the original: they both just ran away
sitting on the deck I drew this over the weekend while sitting on the deck at my aunt & uncle’s place in Waubaushene. It’s a composite view because I started in one chair and moved into another. for once i could go off