Tiny ink dots, in my wine, make it taste like ink. . . never mind.

Although he is feeling a little scattered lately.  Ba-dum-ching.

Seriously, brace yourselves — there’s a slew of art history-related owls a-comin’, because I am on a leetle bit of a kick.  Also, yay me for working art history and a-comin’ into the same sentence.  Somewhere serious academics are crying.  (Because of me, not just the normal tears of insane frustration with students).  I am going to space them out a bit, though – I have a few other drawings to toss in between so it’s not all art nerd, all the time.  Drawings involving ice sculptures and operas.  I’m practically a dudebro.