After the flood, Crowley drifts for a while.
I had this sketched over a year ago, maybe two. Sometimes I’ll start a thing knowing I don’t have the chops to paint it, and it’ll languish in my WIPs until I feel more confident. The times are just bleak enough to warrant some sad catharsis.
I’m proud of this. I’m always intimidated by painting water.
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2025-02-23 20:48:22 +0000 UTCJillianVolts
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