My ursine obsession seems unlikely to dwindle at any point in the future. I must say, though, that the terror created by your mother being in hospital with something potentially really quite nasty going on keeps you awake and leaves you with a hell of a lot of free time to paint and stuff. Also the going a bit mental from it bit leads to media experimentation. The next one is ink on hardboard. Unfortunately I don't have a saw right now, and scalpels, no matter the vigour with which they are used, do not cut it very effectively at all.
Basically, expect more bears. I may get a bear tattoo
