an old doodle I found while folding muslin and clothes to the side and scattered papers. waiting like a spider to scare me off my fuzzy carpet. didn't work. maybe next time...
late night drawing from last night. Was hoping to be snowed in. or just hoping to be carried away by some moth kite like spirit that isn't Mothra, hehe
everything felt gray so here's something with color.
about half way done. I probably wont touch it or finish it til the spring or next winter. art needs time to breathe and live, grow a bit. whats the rush?