Poor Itchy. Locked down; and days until the shopping arrives.
I think the normally even-tempered, long-suffering Knee is starting to show signs of stress, cooped up with Itchy all day.
Wishing you all good health.
There’s no joke here, I just thought that Itchy and Knee deserved to have a bit of enjoyment now and then. And the idea of their round heads in round space helmets was irresistible.
[I did this drawing in black ink for Inktober, and then inverted it during scanning.]
Today’s comic stars a very young Itchy. Maybe this is how he became the way he is…
I don’t remember drawing Itchy with such an open smile before. I didn’t know he could!
Itchy may not know much about art, but we know what he’s like.
Knee’s Picasso is the “black jug and skull” (1946).
If you are reading this in January, then Happy New Year! Otherwise, just Happy Year.
Happy Halloween!
Itchy is just being himself today. I feel rather sorry for Knee, but what can you do?
Oh Itchy!
I have no idea if this is a universal joke or not. It works in the UK. At least, I hope it does.
Another tale almost-from-life, and another experiment with watercolouring. I think the grain on this particular paper is too heavy for this kind of thing.