If
only one smoldering stick could really provide enough distraction to
escape in real life. O'well.
I must admit that earlier this week I contemplated drawing a comic
where a version of myself shot out of the comic and killed me in real
life so that I could stop drawing. I then lost myself in doing
little line scratches to seperate the background-crowd black, but the
idea was there. I'm lost yet again in what I want to bother
doing... getting to draw the Hearts on Fire was my goal for a while,
but now that I'm there I need to figure out or remember how the hell I
wanted to end this.
6:15 AM (PST);
03/19/10
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