spells for reclaiming II, or: the panty-dropper.

hey! hello! did you miss me? how have you been? have a seat. anywhere is fine.

couple things about this drawing that might be of interest:

1. no borders. seriously, i prefer the comfort of boundaries. i like knowing when to stop. if i don't give myself something to run up against, i'd end up drawing all over the walls. or my pants. it would be a real mess. but, this time, i threw caution to wind. watch out, pants, i said.

2. i did all of it with a brush. i haven't drawn with a brush (outside of doing some custom toy work) on paper in a very long time. you know my weapon of choice is a pentel pocket brush (which mimics a brush-brush), but i really like using a real brush. and i used the same crappy, splintery, cheap #3 whatever-the-fuck-it-is brush i've had for, like, ever. it's fun because my hands are like precision machines and i can get the thinnest of lines and fattest of lines and i don't even have to switch. this makes me a badass.

3. this is a result of me not being able to draw anything for several weeks. this is actually how i end up producing a lot of drawings. they are born out of frustration. i've learned to live with it.