“How did you get to this island?” asked Spectre. “You didn’t come with me, and I didn’t tell anyone I was coming here.”
“I’m not sure,” pondered Sprite. “I remember waiting at a dirty bus stop next to a lobster with breast implants. One was a crusty bus station, and the other a busty crustacean.”
They chuckled together. Sprite squeezed Spectres shoulder. “Please, don’t walk up the road.”
Ink’s nearly run out of all my Faber-Castells. *Sniff* They are bloody expensive and I am conscious of how much plastic I could be saving by moving onto a dip pen. I’m currently eyeing up the Speedball sketching set and Kuratake ink. I’ve tried the missus Speedballs. They are easy to use and forgiving. That’s something I need as I am a scruffy doodler.
“It can’t be the road to the afterlife,” called Sprite as he chased after Spectre.
Spectre was already across the road and marching through a cornfield. “What the heck?”
As Sprite caught up, he saw Spectre standing on another road. Spectre was looking at a line of plastic dolls. They led to a pile of coal with an iron grate on top.
A triple tonight. So the first chunky lady, obviously, I’m happy with. Different shapes. Not entirely furry. That’s what I was after.
I cannot stand the look of those blade-headed kaiju. They look daft. Had a bash at one, trying different things, and I just wasn’t into it. Boy, does it show. Part of the learning process or something I guess.
I simply just drew this lady too small and I think my scanner is giving up the ghost. She’s about 1.7 inch square. Hence the thicker lines. My HP 7520 is getting on. It used to deal with this size, no problem. The bottom parts blurry as feck. Bah. Another thing on the shopping list.
Fur appears to be my new comfort zone. Doesn’t help that all of my finest fine liners ran out of ink at the same time. Doh. Note to self. Give tomorrows kaiju less fur and buy myself some FW inks, a dip pen and a nib pack.