I’ve begun the arduous frenzy of scanning my last sketchbook. The scanner yawns and shrieks as the images get slurped into the digital realm. I love to touch the pages, feel the bumps of the acrylic and gouges of quill pens, before each scan.
My entire home is filled with skulls. Fanciful depictions, not real ones. My husband has a “no corpses in the house” policy.
^ I can’t remember precisely why I drew this little rabbit boy, but I suspect it had something to do with my in-laws’ tradition of cycling through A Christmas Story repeatedly over the holidays.
Both “dodo” and “poop” are funny words.
Even sideshow carnies need nice home decor. Perhaps especially sideshow carnies.
We lost Gene Wilder this year. I had to take a moment to celebrate Willie Wonka. And the Oompa Loompas.
God love the Oompa Loompas.
Any suggestions for what to draw next?