A little something I did around Halloween. It felt good being a little rough with the lines and paint, and on the paper itself as I literally stabbed and slashed at it with my tiny Samurai sword letter opener that has been far more useful throughout my life than I ever thought it could be. Anyway..
Stream of consciousness scribbling and paint splattering eventually brought me to this rather creepy individual and his and/or her unsettlingly numerous and idiosyncratic hands. See - who actually needs to endure the pain of learning to draw hands properly? ...Me. Definitely me. But I've done a decent job so far of utilising that flaw, right?!