I think I just woke up, refreshed and not remembering a thing about being a chicken… I have no clue what deep dark corner of my mind pulls this nonsense into the light of day, but here it is. Say hello to the Kramer of hypnotists. Capable of doing great things, but somehow, just like Seinfeld’s friend, we feel he left something important out of the process and we will be endlessly suffering for it.
I tried a little different technique in channelling this fellow; he got etherial by being rubbed. Then I let my dirty fingers roam the. surface of the figure, and… Ok, I have to stop this description as it may become NSFW, but I can’t stop your imaginations from continuing in whatever way you want. Wink, wink; feel free to share your imaginations on this…
It is all charcoal stick, rubbed (inappropriately, teehee), and a little chalk for the eyes. Oh, and I used some white oil pastel for the lines on the bow-tie.
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