Creepy Little Things

Nothing much, just a inking with watercolor fill. Teeth, Irises , Pumpkin Seeds.

Guys, this is hard.

Oh watercolor, How I love and yet hate you. We meet once again. Hand? Where are you at? No, that does not go there yet. Gosh, fricking, dang it. Um, paint and paper? What are you doing paper? Stop, please, please, just stop. The brush flies in air, The paint flows through the carpet, The