it is possible that i am becoming addled due to my relative isolation as of late; my only companion is a little white dog. i wish she knew how to play dead, but without a shovel, that is not the sort of thing that i know how to teach. but, being the only living thing that i have spoken with in three years, i thought it might be appropriate that i did a portrait of sorts for illustration friday. i fear that my brain is broken.
oh well. it was bound to happen. until next time, be well, all.
with warmest regards,
eric
 |
| illustration friday: ferocious |
with warmest regards,
eric
Posts
This creature bears an uncanny resemblance to our sweet little dog, Ro. She, too, is missing one of her front teeth, lost in a tragic fall from the back stoop.
ReplyDelete