Trixie #86, failing miserably at being patient. Couldn’t wait another ten days, could you Trixie? Just don’t look her in the mouth.
I went with the whole objects-don’t-have-outlines thing here, and I think I might stick with it going forward. Drawing Trixies gives me strength. At some point I’ll probably hit critical mass and explode into peanut butter crackers and raw ego. When will I reach that point? Only one way to find out.