Another sad ponle in the snow because that’s a thing I think about a lot. I don’t know why. Freezing to death would be absolutely horrible. As would most dyings. Maybe it’s the feeling of cold as clean and sharp? I dunno.
 
I didn’t want to do a background. I didn’t want to try. So, it was completely sketch out the ponle then throw everything else at it later with the expectation that I wouldn’t bother and just submit ponle onle. Take that, self. There’s a shittty scribbled out background there too. I don’t mind the snow and tree colours, but the execution is poop.
 
At the very least it gets some self expression out, even if I do hate the arts. A lot. Oh well, you can look at it.