#tindoodles

I tried Lasso-tooling my dad as a bird... and kind of forgot that birds don’t have arms. They don’t. They just don’t have any arms. 

This pigeon is not smoking cigarettes, it’s just very cold.

I made some posters for our vampire-larp, and this is the one I personally like the most. Sadly some of them were really different in quality.  Also, I am pretty sure that in two days I will look at this and cry the bitter tears of I-have-no-clue-about-anatomy

I really wonder how I managed to forget that drawing traditionally can be so much fun for such a long time

this is Laoch, one of the main characters of a story I'm working on right now. Apparently the story doesn't have a name yet and there's not much I could say about her for certain, who would have thought (apart from maybe the fact that she might get reborn as a male pigeon-mutant-superhero at some point, but shoosh, that's a different story)

We didn't have any electrcity the past few days, and because my flat is barely isolated it has 2-3 degrees outside as well as inside now. But I spent some super romantic evenings drawing by candlelight and Robert Wyatt! Here he comes, the highest gander Eating fog, dancing with witches Here he comes the famous old gander Who longed to leave