I blame this picture on a day of fatigue and possible impending illness. The lion is a symbol of my spiritual potency, and his contorted pose symbolizes the frustration and betrayal I feel at my body being ill. The barely visible straps restraining him represent my resentment of sleep, which is a trap for my conscious mind, and the conforting cushions and blankets show what a warm and inviting trap it is.
Sure, that's it.
Or maybe I was pressed for time, so I took another challenging reference pose from my morgue. Maybe it was rushed. Maybe I felt like drawing yet another pic that borders pretty closely on the country of Pornistan.
I'll never tell.
