Did two cover roughs and this quick little painting this morning…now my brain’s gonna explode.

I don’t know why I keep coming back to painting mole rats. I don’t have the same affection for them that I do wombats, and yet…I keep coming back to the hairless little darlings. And it feeds on itself, because once you’ve painted one, every time you see them in the future, you go “Ha! I’ve painted that!” and then you want to paint more and so forth.

Or maybe I really have the soul of a naked mole rat. That would explain these strange desires to gnaw through the drywall.

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