Scavengesketch

In the interest of keeping this blog alive, I scavenge my sketchbook for juicy bits forgotten.

Uh, dustbunny? You don't want to touch the bloodfoxes.

Imps and gentlemen. My brain travels to Burningman. I'll be going this year for my first time.

Him with sound, her with motion. In the iope world, your soul does not always have to stay on the inside.

Places I know.

A mother pegasus preens over her squawking nest. Time and legend has idealized the creature. But Horse-birds were actually quite nasty.

Good luck on your summer, friends!