Sort of an emotional vent, as I have not had the chance to do this sense late November, and looks like I will not get to until mid March. But today, I took forty five minutes to crank this pen and ink piece out, and ponder the direction life is heading, what I want out of it, and all those fun little things one should really stop and think about. That and working with pen and ink is a relaxing process, not nearly as pretty as digital, but, for me I enjoy the simple purity of black and white one gets with ink.
And now back to nuking the wasteland.