Every man and his dog has one of those days.
See, I have this brush pen that I grew quite fond of. I've been using it for everything arround the house- fixing kitchen taps, punishing kids, unblocking toilets, Mixing frape batter, measuring certain things on my persona and so on. However, tonight I wanted to draw with it. And there was one hair on it's tip out of order. Easily fixable, I told to myself. I got me some scissors, and loaded with confidence, I proceeded to amputate the rogue little fucker.
Unfortunately, due to the poor lighting, fatigue and possibly poor scissors-handling skills I cut well into the body of the brush.
Now my beloved brush pen is handycapped and drawing with it feels like drawing with a chunk of coal.
I cried a little over my pen's bad luck, then proceeded to use it the best i can. But the result was poor and is displayed below.
In the morning, me and kids will have some utanasia ceremony for my pet pen in the back yard,utilising our brand new baseball bat (escpecially purchased for dealing with malfunctioning electronic equipment out of warranty) and some crude fireworks mostly made out of barbecue match shavings, engine grease and gunpowder wrapped in aluminium foil.
In the mean time, here's the failed product of my pen's last dance. The image was meant to be a tribute to Milo Manara's work, but due to the lack of Milenko's skill and poorly performing pen, it looks shamefully inadequate.
Also, thank you all for your kind replies.
Remaining Pawpeye sketches should be comming soon.