Mar 6
In wordless agreement, like a pitiful puddle of pathetic, Ocean slinks off the chair, onto the shag rug, and flops backwards, nose to the ceiling. This sucks. Then, though, a flump sounds from the right. Her head rolls to the side, and there is Connie, once again, staring straight back, starfished on the floor of 405 in a stroke of solidarity.
I have been wanting to draw this scene from Chapter 9 of JA for forever! By no means is it terrific - I essentially used this to try and fail to learn color theory - but, it sure was fun!π
I hope you enjoy! Don't think about the logic of the color too hard. If you ask me I won't have an answer.
