I closed my eyes and tapped into some mysterious, milky way of disapproval.

I'm not sure what precipitated this bun at a time when Queen Cinnamon ruled this dimension with fantastic disapproval. It was time for something new, quick and a pen and ink fit.

Right now this little guy (or a girl, not sure to be honest) will go on a small canvas that has his/hers name on it. There will be a helping of oils as well.

Hopefully, progress report will follow next week.