I did two light situations as I couldn’t really decide. I think I have an idea how to draw the pink spots now.
Drawing Bear Bonzo starts to become a weirdly relaxing activity. I will do other artworks, I promise, but there are three more Bonzo sketches waiting to come to life.
The amazing @murderandcoffee wrote a thing about this (I saw it just after I hit post, so now this addition)
The light from the candles in the corner illuminated the barest hint of him. In the dim, flickering light I could see the curve of his ass and the hard lines of his shoulders. His waist twisted, a naughty invitation. The virulent boils that marred his skin beckoned, begging to be touched, caressed carefully lest they pop in a sinful wash of fluid. He eyed me, lashes fluttering–a question. My heart stuttered in my chest, and I nodded. His eyes closed, and I could see the tension ease out of his body. Slowly, I took a step forward.
This is poetry… or something, I don’t know. Definitely cursed. I love it.
