Awake with the birds this morning so I thought I'd make an early start. First things first. If you're going to do a job like this, it helps to have a skull. Well, it belongs to my son, really...
For this first postcard I imagined Death as the drunken uncle who turns up to Christmas dinner and tells the children lewd jokes. An embarrassment to those with better things to do. Here are preliminary sketches and final drawing flipped and copied on to the block
Time for breakfast, I think.
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