Another quick little study, this one left rather pastel because, dangit, I just felt that way.
Also, I suspect that my art career may be crippled forever by the fact that my earliest aesthetic influences all had to happen in the 80s. Can naked mole rats in leg warmers be too far away?
Also, for some reason the phrase “The Muffin of Despair” has been kicking around my head. This would worry me if I wasn’t used to this sort of thing by now.