Inktober Day 11 prompt: Disgusting.
I had two ideas pop into my head for this one.
One was the fact that when you become a parent, you also gain the dubious honour of also becoming a human napkin. Milky spit ups, ketchup cheeks, and runny noses all seem to end up as smears decorating your shirt.
But I couldn’t quite figure out how to sketch that one up clearly. Or maybe it was too gross. Either way, I abandoned it in favour of the second idea that popped into my head…
Brussel Sprouts.
My mom loved eating steamed brussel sprouts when I was a kid.
I did not.
I felt they were giant slimy boogers that smelled and tasted and felt horrible.
I have grown up a bit now, and I’ve since learned to appreciate them raw in salads or roasted in the oven.
But apparently the trauma has stuck with me, and this it the epitome of disgusting:
Original sketch. I added a fork so it wasn’t mistaken for cabbage. Cabbage is good. Brussel sprouts are not 😉
