This one reminds me of my dad for some reason. I think it’s the hair, except my dad’s hair was curly and not at all coarse or spiky. Also, my dad only had one eye and it wasn’t in the habit of bleeding profusely. So maybe this isn’t my dad. Maybe it’s the partially decomposed corpse of the guy I killed back in April. I think I like the sound of that the best.
Tired ramblings aside, this is my latest greatest effort with my brush markers. I do love using messy, impulsive technique. Very fun and satisfying. Hey, thanks for stopping by and have a good weekend!