Dear owners of Thig,
I’m writing today with grave concern regarding your ward, Thig, who has submitted what I can only describe as “dafuq”. This is not a drawing, this is something that didn’t choke down the toilet when flushed several times.
Let’s begin with what I think is the face. Thig should work on faces, or maybe he should just stop trying to draw. Her eyes appear to be orbiting different realities, and her mouth—frozen in some sort of algebraic gasp—like an incel asking her to smile more.
Her neck is a structural hazard, like who has 21 cervical vertebrae. I’ve seen linguini with more support. And the paws hands—if we can call them that—look like a pair of werewolf paws with male pattern baldness.
And please explain the setting. Is she in a lab? A bus? A sentient toaster? Tom Sizemore when he’s not on Meth?
If this is Thig’s idea of character design, I would recommend a career in literally anything else.
Art lesson: When every element competes for attention, nothing wins—not even the viewer.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Pickens, 3rd Grade Art Teacher.
