This guy is the living personification of the word “moist”
Don’t worry, it knows what it’s doing. The bad part is that you don’t.
There’s something growing inside me. I don’t think it’s leaving me much room.


Drawn on the train or in bed late at night

I was practising drawing hands and got sick of just stopping at the wrist

An exercise in etching

He collects lost shoes. They keep his horns warm.