Continuing my quest to represent just what awful creatures children can be in cartoon form, I've knocked out a bunch of tiny vignettes. Here are some of my favourites:






The last one is a cameo of sorts (in a 'Muppet Babies' sense), my sister actually had an
Edna St. Vincent Millay poem tattooed on her back. Could've been worse, it could've been
Maya Angelou.
Generally with these shots I was going more for 'silly' than 'dark'. I reckon these are ultimately innocuous enough to keep it a family-friendly film.
'Family friendly'...what's become of me?
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