My life works like this. My uncle randomly buys a bag of chicken heads, sets it in the fridge and leaves for St. Petersburg. My grandpa finds the chicken heads and decides to make chicken head broth for him and me and to feed the heads to my dog because apparently, he loves my dog. When asked to serve my dog a few heads I freak out and nearly gag, because the heads have beaks, combs, and eye holes and don’t look too happy. And I feel like a hypocrite. Because while I never buy and cook myself meat, I do have meat if it’s served. And I’m kind of OK with that. Since it’s already dead and bought and cooked.
Anyways, I thought it was fair to at least give the heads a proper drawing, instead of looking away.
And here are some pics of the process and the honorable prototypes.