Decided to try both.

My entry for the #prokochallenge . I’m a big fan of Peter Han and I could not miss this opportunity. IG @this.waste.of.life From the Journal of the Wandering Lemur Day 173 It was still dark when I awoke, and, looking up, i could still see the stars. I wanted to sleep longer, but the wind started picking up, and, i felt that i need to continue my journey to the North. After a half day walk i came across a small lake where i refreshed myself and decided to take a break. Shortly after i noticed something shimmering in the tall grass. I tried to find out what it was but every time i came closer it seemed like it was running away from me. That ignited my curiosity and without noticing i started following it into the woods. A discomfort was felt in the air and the sun was already setting down. I knew i had to admit my defeat before the night sets, but when i thought of giving up i finally got a clear view on that mysterious shimmering light. Sitting on the top of a tall rock formation, there was a scarabai reflecting the evening lights. Without hesitation, quickly, i climbed the rock to catch this rare find, just to get myself surprised again. I didn’t catch this bloody bug because it seemed it was just leading me the whole time, knowing something i didn’t know. I couldn’t trust my eyes. Below me, on the other side of the rock, lied, what for me seemed, a dead body of a human dressed as a soldier. From the journals i read before i could identify that it was a skeleton of a Roman solider, which made even less sense for me. I never heard of romans traveling this far from the Mediterranean Sea, not to mention soldiers. In his hand was a golden scarabai what seemed to be the last thing this poor soul ever saw. Maybe it’s a good omen this golden bug with me on the journey. Till i decide I’ll spend my night next to the silent soldier.

I used the flower for the space ship which also has grasshopper wings as tail fins. The jelly fish are space creatures. I also see the lemurs face and stripes as the face shield and stripes on the pilot’s helmet. It isn’t tight but I guess if it was that would defeat the purpose of it being a sketch.

Nice

Introducing: Half Man. Is he a man? Is he a half? Yes. His past is shrouded in mystery; All his enemies know of him is the quick flash of pink cargo shorts and socks, followed by death.

Not wanting to waste and finding value in the smallest insignificant items, Hannah rarely threw anything away. She never took it so far as to be considered a hoarder but that line is not as far as she thinks. Her house is full. Clutter is everywhere. One terrifying night the forces of nature moved through her home. The rain forced its way from above. The wind was gusting strong. The lightning magnificently flashed. Little did anyone know there was mystery hidden in the storm. The next morning the house was mostly destroyed. Surprisingly, Hannah and her family were found safe in the debris. The storm had changed Hannah. She could now control the mundane objects of her daily existence. The clutter in her home provided a protective barrier. This is the first step in her journey to becoming Clutter Girl. Who knows what new uses for her powers she will find…