Drawing the female body proved incredibly difficult. There were many iterations of faces, hair styles, and body lines but I think I got everything right this time.
Don’t mention this image to Freud, please.
I could not settle on a version I liked best. So I posted all three.
Originally just a body exploration drawing, this picture is proof that I have no idea what I am doing when I sit down to draw. It went from “I want tentacles instead of a cock” to “Day of the Tentacle tattoo!” to “I want to draw it like a Mucha poster” to “Hey, didn’t Wilbur Whateley have tentacles from the waist down? Maybe this is his perfected child.”
Wilbur Whateley Jr. Beautiful, horrible, doom of the earth, spoiled brat. “Wait until my grandfather arrives. Then you’ll be sorry!”



