Now these, I'm more proud of. I've literally been showing them off to all of my friends
I do enjoy bones. And notebook paper and pen is my first (and most accessible) medium. I fondly recall many random sketches I loved over the years, stored in the margins of my schoolwork that I wish I kept. But maybe parting with them makes it love, too.
EDIT: Ignore the fact that I mixed up the radius and ulna :)
















