flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
I’m back from the northern wilds (or Dallas actually), and I haven’t done much arting over the last few days that’s shareable — I’ve mostly been working on preliminary renderings for one show and charting out costume needs for another. But sewing I shall always have with me, so behold, another couple of segments done.
I feel like I should point out that these are pretty wee pictures, before someone judges my lack of skeletal accuracy. The bouquet in Mr. Bones’ hand is made up seed beads, if that gives you a scale reference.