I have just spent the most incredible month travelling and working around Northern Italy. Between travelling and working I barely had time to draw but managed to squeeze a few in during my last few solo days.
Here is the first.
I took a walk around the Egyptian Museum in Turin and came across a mummified fish. My head immediately flooded with memories of past fish I loved, who died and whose final resting place always remained questionable… I mean flushing them just seems so unfitting.