Only one new sketch today I'm afraid. Another cold decided to stop by and in order to take my mind off of my burning sinuses, sore throat, and headache I decided to sketch a bit. Drawing is like a transient panacea.
Here is a character sketch of a boy who has been molded, scrapped and remolded infinite times in my head. I'm really warming to his look now. It's not just right, but very close. I love his freckles, if he goes through anymore transformations those darling freckles will remain for sure.