Here’s a sketch I did as a teenager of a gargoyle with a stretched open vagina. And why not, eh?
I sketched it out in pencil first. I then repeated this process again, only in ink. Finally, I made it out of of clay.
Inexplicably, I gave it to my mum as a novelty ashtray, for a gift on Mother’s Day. This is even more weird when you consider my mum doesn’t even smoke.
Still, she’s still kept it t this very day, however. Although it not on the mantelpiece or anything.