One of my childhood dreams was to be a palaeontologist— the first one was being an astronaut (this is one of the many reasons why I love drawing space — especially Moon-related — scenes.)

When the Earth was young, when the fire was forged, when the soil was rich with whispers.

It’s kinda a long lost dream, I guess? But there are times I’m glad I can live it through the Little Cat.

I think my medium-nib brush pen got slightly frayed. It keeps getting this “feathery” look, and it annoys me.

This is one of the drawings that I feel “meh”, but I’m glad I took the courage to try drawing rain and the water splash when it hits the earth. I still need to learn a great deal of capturing natural elements and details, but I feel this is a good start.

… and now I want pancakes and a cup of coffee.