I know it's only 8.5 x 11, but I felt carpel tunnel spreading through my hand and my eye sight slipping away as I slaved over this this piece with a .005 and .01 micron pen.
I'm really regretting this as my final project, but there's no going back. Even after I was done, everything looked like the scribbles of a crazy person. I put basic colors to help organize sections but I'll have to worry about coloring it later.
I have to do 3 more. oh-my-GOD!
I also still have to pack for Japan. I give up. I'm going back to reading The Man who Mistook His Wife for a Hat. Then I can think things like...oh well at least I don't have a phantom limb or Tourettes.
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amaazzing. The vastness of the place is unbelievable and so are all the different stories of the people interacting inside.
ReplyDeleteo crap, that was actually me, Connie, signed into my mom's thing :P
ReplyDeleteI can imagine the ow.
ReplyDeleteWhere's Waldo? 8D