Canson watercolor paper/watercolors
There’s a girl at work who is the best dancer in the entire club. And when she crawls across the stage, she moves so smoothly that she practically glides. I stood watching her and was reminded suddenly of an octopus. I will never tell her this because she won’t think of it as a compliment (though I would mean it as one). I also liked the idea that an octopus-stripper would ink a guy in the face if he was being an asshole.
That’s how my random watercolor exercise metamorphosed into octopus dancers. More to come.