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Club ‘Foot.’

if i ever own a night club, i’m calling it ‘Club Foot.’

i don’t really have a story to tell you right now. i do and i don’t, but my head is currently too busy crunching numbers and my body is currently too busy cleaning my turtle’s tank.

since my recent encounter with a piece of glass, i was inspired to draw this picture and thought i’d share it.

welcome to the party.

(staedtler fineliner on paper)



Filed under illustration (both acrylic and oilt)