Trying to draw a hand as mangled as my emotional stability right now.
My new sketchbook is literally too big for my scanner bed. I’m not sure if gross scans are even worth the effort.
This is just sillies from something I’m mailing my friend for a birthday occurrence. My friend is not turning 6. That is a jest.
I’m one of the characters at the top there. And they’re pretty accurate too, if I may say.
It’s still October first here! Have a spooky Fleam for the beginning of Hallowe’en month.