My Dad was outraged, "WHAT are you DOING in that high school??? Once you learned to talk, you have NEVER shut up!!!" I imagine I rolled my eyes to the ceiling or glared at various corners of the room, though I really can't remember. My Mom admonished my Dad, "Ooooooh! THAT'S not helpful!!" Though now that I think about it, she never actually disagreed. Hmmm.
*A few years ago, I became kind of a smart ass. I never used to be one. Possibly left over from a fever.
Well, so. Let's talk about sharks. Facebook peeps clued me in on the fact that I was totally missing shark week, what with my inadequate cable package. So it appears I'm late to the game.
This woodblock is accompanied by the following text:
"Cakeasaurus could smell batter on the air
like sharks know blood is in the water."
Here's the initial doodle of him, alerted to the....vanilla musk.
Rawwwwwwwwrrr, sharks! I know, they don't say that. They don't say much of anything.
Flash forward! Carving, carving, bloody knuckles (poor technique, own fault).
Enough carving done for the test print. Let the royal rumpus start!
Not so sure about the centermost shark.
Test print accomplished. I definitely have some clean up carving to do, but it's almost ready for the press.