Hello. Happy knew ear.

So...obviously I've been neglecting my art for quite some time now.
I didn't do shit for a long time.
Even with that pandemic in which a lot of people seemed to re-energize their hobbies, I mostly just watched a shitload of obscure videos and drank beer.
Being what I truly am behind that red fur. A mindless consumer. I enjoyed it. For a while.
And of course I was busy with friends and jobs and my enducatien and so on.
But then something happend. A miracle to be frank. A good friend of mine. Let's call her Sleezy Macspoon, gifted to me a wacom graphic tablet. Out of the mighty blue.
And I was like: Noo ! I cannot touch that defiling instrument of modernity.
But Sleezy Macspoon insisted. And I touched it. And nothing happend.
And then something happened. I started using it. And I was overwhelmed from the power the complex subject of digital drawing gave me.
I was productive again. Kinda. For my standards at least. At least I drew again. With enjoyment. Because in my humble onion drawing digitally makes soo much stuff soo much easier.
It's almost like a dream. Snout too big ? No problem. Resize. Body too long ? No problem. Resize. Paws or legs in a weird angle ? No Problem, just reposition them. It's awesome. It's fun.
Pencils are great. But the sound of that cheap plastic pen point scraping around the tablet is my sonata now. My hymn.

Well yeah, expect some digital art. But not very well done of course. It's still me.

Godspeed