I'm stuck in bed right now with some sort of bug. But does it stop me from inking? Nay! Just have to remember to lift up the brush before I sneeze, turn head away from artwork, ka-bam, and I'm back to mustaches and suits. For that is what I am inking today. Lots of mustaches.
The plus side of being sick is the crazy dreams. You get some of the best material- or at least it seems like it's the best at the time. Like the one I had about my friend Felipe turning into a paint-tube lizard, lying in a field next to a 60s waitress in a pink dress.
Who was it that said only bores talk about their dreams? Was that in an Antonioni movie? I think you're boring, Antonioni.
Must be out in the world again. Maybe this is just me getting it over with before the upcoming Emerald City Con. Usually it's post hundreds-o-handshakes that I get like this. Which reminds me, I have to buy my train ticket.
Then back to the march of mustaches!