Twentieth November 20, 2007
I was at work for ten hours today, and when I came home I was pretty tired, and stuck for inspiration. My dog would only sit still if he was right on my feet, in which position all I could see of him was a small fuzzy blob, (which, when I drew it, looked nothing like a dog). So I drew my pencil tin, in the usual way, with black pen, coloured pencil and bucketfill.















