100s of eyes looking at me

I spent a frustrating couple of days with my skulls, couldn't quite get it to work, they were too done, perfect, museum like. Not lived in, used, worn. So I went to draw some dead animals.

It has to be said that I was the only person in the museum on a cold Tuesday afternoon on the first of Febuary. A very strange sensation, the only living being, among the dead.

If I am feeling brave you my get to see some later.