“How’s that next comic book page going?” you might ask.
“Um, fine…” I say, while failing to make eye-contact.
“Is the issue almost finished?” you ask, tapping your foot impatiently.
“It’s getting there,” I evade, and then deflect with, “why are you in such a hurry?” Then, suddenly on you like an old cat, “Good illustration takes time! Just let me work!”
As you then wander away, confused by my irrational emotion, I got back to what I was actually drawing:
I call him “pillow pants.” The other space-folk mock him…
Posted on November 18, 2013, in Practice Pieces, Sketchbook, Spacesuits Required and tagged art, drawing, future, illustration, Sam Garland, sci-fi, science fiction, space, space suit, spacesuit. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.