This month I drew a Penguraffe.
Outside, the last colours blew away (as shown here in ink and aqua) and everything got dressed in fifty shades of pure tristesse. (I've learned that this is actually a cherry tree, who could've guessed.)
And inside, I went into exile, fleeing into my inner cosmos, where this cute little thing could be found. A digital creation, perfect when the November light is as discouraging as it is. It's possible that I made a pencil doodle a long time ago to keep the idea, but it's a very vague memory now. Such figments resurface when they want to.
