feeling a little bruisy this week.
only partially because of eating it super hard on friday night.
it was seen by only a small child, so it does not count.
this is roxanne, the pug of eternal darkness. only visually, though. her heart is like a thousand suns filled with melted cheese. but she is the blackest of hounds, her face practically invisible and unable to be documented by any sort of manmade technology.
this is some old ink i found in my grandmother's garage. i think it was my uncle's. looks pretty old, older than me, anyway. i put it away for safe keeping. as far as i know, uncle john was the only other artist in the family. i miss him a lot.