I've had this hanging around in one form or another for about, ooh, seven hundred years now. I tinkered with the text today (AGAIN) and coloured it in with my computer crayons and I'm still not completely satisfied with it. In fact, I was sorely tempted to put it back in the vault along with all the other half-finished doodles but no, sod it. Publish and be damned, I say. After all, what's the worst that can happen? Ostracization from the illustration community for crimes against good work? A midnight visit from the Art Police and an accidental fall down some steps?
If you want to read the text with your eyes, click on the image to get a HUGE version.
1 comment:
Sir, your work just gets better and better.
It just goes to show that it's true: mighty skylarks from little acorns grow.
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