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