Not really sure what this one’s about.
She’s staying right there. There’s no way she’s getting out of the car here. She’ll be there stewing until they return.
A quick sketch of my acoustic guitar and exercise bike near the front door.
Covered up bad angles and lines with a messy paint pen that went everywhere. This is Todd’s house, and he’s as grouchy and miserable as this drawing.
A sketch from the back seat with a gray brush pen. Then I inked it at home with a Pilot Metropolitan (MR) fountain pen with a fine nib.