As a teenager I spent a few days walking the trails of Cantabria, memories of wonderful views, delicious food and friendly people still live with me after all these years. I have sometimes visited nearby regions and I will always treasure those memories.
And why all this melancholic introduction? Well, this week’s creature is precisely from Spain, in the north they know it as Ojáncanu, a kind of cyclops that is the embodiment of brutality.
I guess the Ojáncanu is so barbaric, so brutal, that I imagine him walking barefoot on piles of Lego without saying a word… that’s brutal!
Have a happy weekend, happy holidays, and see you next year!
Sunday Sketchbook 