copics, micron pigmas, pitt-castel brush pen, opaque white ink in a moleskine journal
the little rhyme was in my head a few weeks back.
changed the ending though. i have a friend who was burned as a teenager and another who lost a home in a fire. the implication of endangering little insect children, therefore, was not something i could bear...even if they were imaginary insect children.
i wanted to make this cartoony as possible.
so, little miss ladybug is on her way home from the local bug laundromat, taking her faithful pet mosquito for a walk, when she sees the smoke.