There’s only so much Lovecraftian nonsense I need coiling around my brain, so it’s nice to finally get this painting out of there. Incidentally, I went back to find the original sketch I made for this idea some years ago…
…And wow, my first draft drawings are pretty crap. I guess there is a lesson here for us all. And that lesson is to allow the eldritch voices of the old gods to guide your artist’s hand, even unto the brink of madness.
SCORE: A clutch of cute little baby tentacles, writhing sweetly in the palm of your hand.