Sometimes I sit down and I know exactly what I want to draw. Other times I just sit down with my wacom and stare at the computer screen hopelessly, wishing I could release my built-up creativity somehow. Very rarely though I pick up the wacom almost in a trance and begin sketching random lines, just as excited as a casual observer would be to see what the final product will be. This evening was one of those times.



Apparently I felt like sketch-painting a sleepy moon, inhaling his stocking cap as he slumbers in the sky.