Teatime

Another attempt at digital inking. Linework is well inside my comfort zone at this point, but there is of course room for improvement.

When I was a kid, there was this ruined 19th-century iron foundry by the river we'd visit sometimes. The shoreline's still littered with chunks of black and green slag, like manmade obsidian. It was remarkably cool-looking. I like the idea of some huge volcanic rift puking giant chunks of the stuff all over the landscape.