It's SHARK WEEK people! It's that irrational time of the year when I make a point to glue my person to the couch and watch Shark Week on the Discovery Channel. Every. Night. I know it might not make sense to a rational person, but for some reason I have always had a morbid fixation on all things involving Animals Who Fancy Eating Humans. Sharks, bears, mountain lions, hyenas, and really hungry house cats... You name it—if it is a show or book involving a people eating animal I can't not learn more about it. My father was the same way. He was an avid book reader, outdoorsman and historian, so you can bet your bottom dollar if there was a book or article involving some animal attack, he knew. I think I picked it up from him.
So instead of finalizing two drawings I've got going on, I took a short break to sketch out my homage to Shark Week. Deep down, I feel like sharks are misunderstood. They are just ginormous feeding machines who have trouble focusing on anything beyond their next full belly. Kind of like a teenage boy.