For the dreams challenge - what is with these arty fartsy semi-realistic pieces I keep doing recently? I would like to know.
On rare occasions, I meet a great guy in my dreams, and when I wake I am usually annoyed to find that a) he wasn’t real DAMNIT and b) my lazy brain never bothered to fill in the details of what he actually looked like.
Dreams. Man. DREAMS. They are lazy and sadistic buggers.
This was brush and ink, plus an old charcoal drawing thrown over the top as a texture, then I changed the colours to blue.