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Corey the owlbear crunched and slammed his way through the deep dark silent forest. As he crashed into a moondrenched clearing he came to a stop. Hidden there from public view was a glistening pond with one silent resident. When he saw Alex everything stopped for him. Her speckled tentacles floated through the dark pool and she looked up at him with a look he'd never forget and Corey began to sing.
Ink and colored pencil on Fabriano paper, 11" x 14"
When the hot summer sun rises to a mere 50 feet over the ground in August, my body is drawn to the air conditioning like a moth to flame. Having done this for too too long, the yard is reaching (what we in the biz like to call) meadow status. As I attempted to cut the grass, I found that the shaggedy greenery had taken on a mind of its own and wasn't about to sit idly by and be mowed.
Ink and colored pencil on Mi-Teintes pastel paper, 8" x 10"
Skirlnick enjoys the simple things in life. He loves nature and delights in the taste of a fresh squishy slug or a fungus crusted log. Nothing is too good for Skirlnick
Ink and colored pencil on Mi-Teintes pastel paper, 9" x 6"
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