flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
Just when you think the character this whole thing was created for is done, I randomly squirt out a couple more drawings.
Ew. Bad word choice. Imma leave it though, you can all suffer with me.
These were only slightly behind the times when I drew them the other day, and then I didn’t get around to posting them, so now I’m just an old man yelling at clouds. Buuuut in the meantime I threw some very half-assed colour at them in Photoshop so at least they’re fancy? By my standards, I mean, not like actually fancy.
Anyowl, dolls! The great doll purge continues (although it’s only a purge if some of them LEAVE MY APARTMENT) and I swear I have nice collectors’ pieces up on my Etsy, not just freaky possibly haunted rag dolls. I’m adding more, too, and mostly in lower price ranges. BUT. Do I try to sell this freaky little wall-eyed porcelain doll with a keychain in her head? Do I keep her and see whether I can remove her face and repaint her better? Whatever shall I do?