The page I posted today will be the last for that story. It was going to run a little longer, but frankly, when I started it, I didn’t consider the fact that I’d be drawing:
A) My 21-year-old self in nothing but tightie whities
B) The sound effects of my long-lost roomies in the throes of amour
And that’s ALL I would be drawing. For two weeks.
So. Moving on.
Still, it was a useful experience. I learned a lot about my process. I see now that I need to stick to drawing with actual physical art supplies. For all of its advantages, dragging a stylus over glass just doesn’t satisfy me the way putting a pen or a pencil to paper does.