At some point in college, I started drawing this tribe of crazy bird people who lived in jungle-treehouses. They worshipped birds and the sky, and associated height with spiritual ascension, and the earth with filth, corruption, etc. By their logic, birds were the holiest creatures on earth because of how rarely they touched the ground. Each member had a hairstyle (usually a mohawk) and outfit that resembled a tropical bird, accompanied by some kind of masquerade/plague doctor-lookin' mask, and... oh MAN am I ever tired. yeah, ok, my brain is fried. Time to go to bed.
Acrylics, brush pen, one severely mangled sketchbook page, and some photoshop-fixin'!
