old jolly jack, a dog of black with lips as curled as a fiddlehead fern....


i ammm so struggling today between anxiety, insomnia and general exhaustion ahaaaa so i resorted back to my roots of drawing doggo monsters like this gent. it was nice to just scribble away and not really care about being trapped in anatomy. art isnt anywhere near as fun for me as it used to be way back when, which is crazy considering how often i think about it. it gives me comfort while also making me feel like piping hot garbo. : ' ) lately i've been approaching art from a different angle and its made it a bit easier. yeehaw