My night fell through.
The result was a random ink drawing. Myes. I haven't inked using brushes since I was 16. That's... yes, four years ago. @.@ Even then, I think I only did it twice. I hated it. But I got all inspired today and did a speed sketch, then inked it with India Ink and a marvelous freshly bought spiffing paint brush. In fact, it is now my Inky-Minxy-Brush. I am a convert.
Techinical pens are boring. Boo. And they run out and their nibs are feeble. At least... the strangely expensive ones I buy. Double boo.
(Hrm. There are obvious slip-ups. I should do more speed sketching.)
It contains me being overly depressed (hence the Emo Emo Emo as the title) and a close friend who, yes, is very short and with a rather... prominant... chest. There were meant to be various witty - emo - speechbubbles, but without my Wakom *sigh* I can't do a proffessional job, so... it will remain bare, until I dip into my pockets for another tablet.