Hey, I finally finished a more or less viable woodcut.
For sure it doesn't look like something that took more than a week, but it did. What the hell, I figured out a couple of tricks and learned how and how often to sharpen the tools.
I should probably touch it up and clean up some of those lines, but I think I'd rather move on to the next thing, whatever that is.
(It's a polar bear, in case you couldn't tell.)
My sister and I put some lights and balls and ornaments on the tree, and it doesn't looks scary at all anymore. The dog is no longer shitting every hour and only bites us and tries to rip our pants like every other day lately. And it might be wishful thinking, but Sweetloaf seems a tiny bit more active and a little smarter with his blood all thinned out. Anyway, he is still alive.
So: progress! Infinitesimal progress!