Ahab, raised his hooked hand and cursed at the incessant tick tock ticking that echoed all around him, “Where be you, you white...er, blue BLUE devil!” —- yeah, I know Ahab didn’t hear the ticking, have a hook and for some reason he talks like a cliche pirate. Thems the breaks when concepts get smashed together in my brain. Had this idea when seeing #inktober2018 words for Day 12 and 14. What if Big Ben with his great Clock tail played the part of Moby Dick. Hope someone gets a smile out of it. #rudolphshinynewyear#mobydick#mashups#drawingismytherapy
Meet Bruce. He has no friends, no passion, he is practically a one-man potato. He is scared of global warming and he knows for sure that the apocalypse is just around the corner. Bruce has one singular dreamjob: to survive the soon to come rapture. So he became the first and worst trans-environmentalist. He tries to morph with trees, only to kill them. He squeezes them to death. But he believes there exists a tree that will survive his deathly embrace. That will be the tree of rebirth - happy, in a wilting forest of despair.
Though Exhausted and Drooling the mighty Iron Chicken focused his chi into his feathered grip turning into a powerful yet succulent Roasted chicken fist. All fear the power of Iron Chicken! —- Okay, yeah, I fell way behind so here’s my amalgam to try and catch up. Also I used my Zebra brush pens because, you know, contests. #inktober#inktober2018#zebrabrushpen#zensationschallenge#drawingismytherapy