Our crew is finally digging out from one of the snowiest, coldest winters this side of Westeros. And just when you thought it was safe to leave for a museum conference, nature piled on another nordic blast. But we fly United. You’re not scaring us, nature.
It’s been fun and inspiring and we are all looking forward to seeing our dogs again. They are highly social, bum-wagging, face-licking mammals that still need to twist around multiple times to check that their butt is still attached before lying down like some sort of furry, four-legged, retarded ballerina.* You can’t help but love them, even though you know they have devoted their lives to curating an exhibit of ‘filthy objects’ since calving season** started.
Take it easy out there and draw yourself a wolf. We are going to challenge ourselves to get home and start a massive amount of laundry.
These wolf sketches will likely make more sense later in some context. Happy drawing!
*That joke is credit to Doug and, hand on heart, sent morning tea spitting everywhere. Sorry whoever needed that table after me. It was Doug’s fault. **If you don’t live in the northern hemisphere, this might not make sense. It’s just a reference that many livestock producers have baby calves in March/April. Calving/lambing season is profoundly exciting if you’re a dog. For some real evolutionary, although somewhat disgusting, reasons.