Jess Has No Filter

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Then I practiced with my real tattoo pen, sat down to work on my flash pages, THEN I WENT TO BED.

This morning, however, I actually made a few tball temporary tattoos with their names and numbers, etc. and a few of my flash just to see how they'd print. I must say, I am feeling rather gangster at the moment.

I was at my Gramma's over the weekend. I love my gramma, obvs, but I did miss my 8 mo puppy, Lucy, like crazy.

I'm outside with a sketchbook and the shittiest pencil I own, and up walks Tank.

My Uncle will usually feed Tank something special when he's here, He wasn't, but Tank didnt know that. so Tank was making his frounds.

In an effort to...idk, self soothe(?), I sat outside for hours hung out with Such A Good Boy. Well, more accurately, he hung out with me.

His human came to retrieve Tab human called and called him, in plain sight - the bribery treats in hand and rattling the plastic. Tank stayed at my feet.

Now...sigh..I know that in reality, I was sitting in a garage alone with the big roll up door door open, and Tank was laying belly-down on the cool concrete.

Yes. It was probably more likely that he refused to leave my side because he was cool and comfy in his spot and I just happened to be lucky.

But I like to think he sensed that I am a secret dog whisperer. Secret even from me.

I dutifully gave this boh his ear scritches and belly rubs. I was hoping it would be good enough karma to get Lucy some lovin from the camp staff. Maybe someone might be more inclined to rub her belly for me.

My gramma lives in a town of under 500 where I get no cell service. Left to her own devices, she wouldn't have gotten wifi. It was really for the rest of us, and also to shut me up. Needless to say, I do not complain out loud about how shitty her wifi is, considering I was the second loudest one bitching about it.

Im saying all that to say this: I got to draw a stranger's dog (with permission) (never try photographing stranger's dogs without asking their human parents, that's creepy and dangerous), and gave the brief sketch to Tanks dad, but not before I took a pic or two before the final touches.

I think I like drawing animals. Who. Woulda. Thunkit.

I used an art textbook, graphite, black ink, white ink, brown toned paper, and LAYERS of charcoal.

Still trucking with the portrait endeavour.

This is the first time I've tried to draw anything real from a photograph; also the first time I have legitimately tried to draw a human being that wasn't a cartoon.