A warm up sketch that took over and forced itself into becoming a full fledged illustration.

I can’t explain why but all of my personal illustration work has gotten so sinister, between this piece and this one and this one and the next few pieces I haven’t quite finished which are currently chilling on my desk. Last time my dad spoke with my 92 year old Grandma on the phone, she warily asked if I was becoming “dark”.

I guess this isn’t too different from when she was worried Pokemon card collecting was leading my little brother and I towards a life of gambling.