I don’t know what’s going on here. Hubby says it’s a weird bird walking through the marsh, and I’m willing to go along with that.
Ruin says stop typing and pay attention to me. It’s a rainy, chilly day so I guess I’ll go along with that for a little while, too.
Sometimes when I don’t really feel like drawing, one of my cats will provide subject matter.
I’ve been traveling and unable to post drawings for a few days.
This was drawn at the home of my aunt, mother of fellow artist Annina Luck. I was under the influence of Annina’s cats and surface decorative patterns!
Praying mantis supervises cat vs. dog bleps
another illustration for an untold story
My brother’s cat Apple does not necessarily approve of my use of the guest room.