Mmm, spamalicious!
Rainbow vomit makes me strangely happy. I'm kind of liking death-hawks and frizzy glam rock hair at the moment. There needs to be more of that in the world.
The bows are annoying. Too big. Or something.
Sometimes I like to draw bug eyed sweet lolitas.
After I finished this I had a horrible moment when I thought I wouldn't be able to use this outfit because it looks too similar to one of Virginie Ropars' dolls' outfits. So it's an homage, and I'm totally still original. Yes.
My first timid attempt at cultural appropriation. I wanted the colours of her clothes and jewellery to look like a macaw's plumage. Don't think I've managed that. I don't know why she's got a sulfur crested cockatoo on her shoulder when she's meant to be macaw-coloured. I couldn't decide which part of the world I wanted her to be from.
So much wrong here, from the unintentional asymmetry to the anatomy of the hands. It was going to be for my mother's birthday. Three years ago. I ended up getting her something much better. Cake. It's the gift that keeps on giving.
Quickly coloured mermaids for the Unsinkable Meeg.
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