This blog is what the inside of my head would look like if you could crack it open, only messier. I don't plan what I'm going to say. That's not to say that I don't sometimes edit a little. But mostly this is just my crap and my opinions and my life.
Yesterday I wanted to sketch an octopus in my new sketchbook, so I did. Here is how it started:
Little more, still pretty cartoon-y, but I like cartoons:
Here he is all ready for inking and paint:
He's orange, I have no idea why:
I colored in his words with Sharpie water-based poster paint marker:
Ajae said he looks angry, but he wasn't supposed to, he's just hanging out. And his words say "Don't worry too much about making sense". I was sketching him in the morning before work at Starbucks and one of the guys who works there came over and asked me about it (even with earbuds in, people still talk to me, I attract lots of stranger conversations somehow!!) and I was like "Oh, yeah. I don't even know why I felt like drawing an octopus." Like I needed a reason!! How silly am I? I wanted an octopus and now I have one. Who cares why?