SAVE THE RED TREE VOLE

My ideal Heaven is a place full of infinite douglas firs where the red tree voles are safe and always have fir needles to munch. I want to munch on douglas fir needles with them. Someday.

(I drew this in charcoal and ink for PNCA's mascot contest at school).

this isn't nickelback

(And I've been wrong, I've been down
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream, "Are we having fun yet?")

I know the bottle from the song refers to alcohol but that's not the only kind of bottle out there. Listening to old-ish tunes today.

at which point i stare at my hand

i should sleep. the pen is starting to talk to me (not really).

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the cow is back

i've been drawing her a lot without the cowl and carcass but i'm not sure why. she looks way more impressive in full costume. anyhow, she used to have a vague origin story but nobody who heard it liked it and i ended up changing it so much that i wasn't even sure what the real story should be. i settled on her telling the story herself, along the lines of "so i disappeared".

why does tablet use hurt my pinky?!

there's something weird about the tablet-screen relationship on a non-tablet pc. i feel a ghost pain in my drawing hand as if I had an absent limb.

text as a brush

i'm beginning to love custom brushes and i feel that everyone who draws digitally and/or who uses a tablet should learn how to make their own brushes chop! chop!

bumped my head this morning

trying to get back to sleep. Obviously it was a sign that my negative actions will have negative consequences. had i stayed up and went to the bathroom things would've gone smoother for me.