More of the same for that thing I’m working on, even though it’s now 2:45 a.m. and I ought not be working on anything, except for the tinfoil steamboat I was building in my dreams last night. Although I think that was actually someone else’s dream, because it also featured a talking budgerigar, and I don’t even know what budgerigars look like. That happens here, though, on account of all the weird and contradictory radio waves in this weird neighborhood that’s not my real neighborhood.
finally some drawings on this blog!
great stuff!
love your style!
draw through the night!