cross-posted from: https://crystals.rest/post/621526

Different colors than I usually use, obviously to invoke a feeling (plus this is from like 2003, all we had were yellow light bulbs).

His name was Artemis (but 10 year old me wrote it Artimus) and his death was very traumatic to me. I thought we didn’t have any old photos of him, but I found one recently. I don’t want to show my real face and the blog I had it on blurred my face anyways, so I decided I would do a tribute redraw. At least sketchy, like, with an obviously converted very 80s or earlier couch we had at the time.

I got the idea to do it last night as I slept, and I woke up at 2am and decided to just go at it until now at 6am so I guess in a way it’s rushed, but I got the feeling I wanted out of it.

  • selokichtli
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    1 year ago

    One of my guys is like this. He’s a big guy and vets can get nervous to do anything to him, but my guy is like a ragdoll that wouldn’t hurt anyone. He’s too respectful, even in pain. Sometimes we sleep like you do in this drawing. Loved your work.