Hokay, I'd better admit something right here, right now: I am not a professional artist. I am not paid to be a professional artist. I'm paid to administer crowd control to a roomful of 30 or so loud, crazy Chinese kindergarteners and teach them some English while I'm at it.
I'm also a writer. But I'm not paid to be that, either.
So to help tell a story on taking care of nature, I started off with this picture involving my puppet monkey, Bobo.
Bobo's tried, and tried, and tried to clean his shoes, but they're just too smelly, old, rotten, holey, and just plain no good anymore. It's time to throw them away.
Done on old recycled copier paper with coloring pencils.
I'm also a writer. But I'm not paid to be that, either.
So to help tell a story on taking care of nature, I started off with this picture involving my puppet monkey, Bobo.
Bobo's tried, and tried, and tried to clean his shoes, but they're just too smelly, old, rotten, holey, and just plain no good anymore. It's time to throw them away.
Done on old recycled copier paper with coloring pencils.