i'm going into this van gogh phase where i'm drunk of drawing LINES.
i'm getting that pang back, and that mild self imposed twitch on the side of the lips that's really not a disability nor a voluntary impulse but rather some inspired-stupidity at imitating Takeshi Kitano. he's not really a draftsman, or illustrator, not that i know of anyways, but i know he does everything else.
so, uhm, where was i. ah, when i'm this height of concentration, and i let the tendrils of , nay, rod of strength harvest my thrust into this lethargy, this ecstasy of creation, i... i harken the Kitano twitch, and the art teacher's squint.
thus, when i'm drawing, i'm brought into a delirium of face muscular spasmic moronic rapture. like this -_-
or not.
regardless, i am really stuck with panel 3, i can't stop drawing and adding details. i need to move on, and i do, but i keep coming back to it. adding more lines.
and i'm only in page 2. god dammit. and to think, eventually i'll hafta re-render these characters again.
anyways... i gotta go to sleep, gota wake up in 3 hours for that other work. the one that pays bills and kills the soul.