This week is pretty much gonna be devoid of Real Art, because I’m in holiday frazzle, getting little art thingies ready for people, getting an extra Digger in, and I have some cover roughs to wrap up before the end of the week. But in the midst of frazzle, I am forced to stop and paint a thingy with a cool hat.
I, too, have a cool hat, but it doesn’t have a flower on it. I should get a flower. Or perhaps a rubber chicken. Because if people are gonna laugh at my hat anyway, they oughta have a good reason, damnit!
I should really figure out what to call these tapir-ish critters that I keep drawing occasionally. This is like the third one. And people keep asking, and “It’s a thingy I made up,” is becoming unwieldy.