It’s a beautiful Friday! Let’s celebrate with some sketchbook pages.
I can’t draw snails. I don’t even think I have a good idea in my head of how they’re supposed to work. They’re one of the Universe’s weirder offerings. Who came up with that crap?
Looking at you, Darwin. What niche could that possibly be filling? The “crazy slimy bullshit with an impossible-to-draw shell” demographic?
I draw; then I paint; then I draw some more, just in case. My favorite part of this spread is the upper right corner. I love the dog astronaut.
Speaking of dog astronauts: do you want to be depressed? If yes, read the Wikipedia article Laika the Russian Space Dog. It contains heretofore-unknown horrors. I had not known those horrible facts about that poor animal, its conditions, or its death.
If you’re okay with the way your day was, actually, skip ahead to the next spread and its pithy title.
I call this spread “Furries: After Dark.”
Getting devoured alive? Take a selfie.
I was devastated. My life is trash.
Oh, and guys? I’m sorry about the Laika thing. It was a downer. Have a good weekend.