I can wax poetic lately about how much I'm enjoying comic making, but its all there, in the lines I draw and the words I type. Its in the 'inky darkness'. That being something I've often babbled on about in regards to Kentaro Miura's use of ink in Berserk, but I am now thrilled to announce, I finally am making progress in regards to my own implementation of the 'inky darkness'.
I have taken from Berserk and done something creative for once. Turned the memory of Tobins' on the hill into something constructive.
Life feels good. What.
Exhausted tonight again, seems like a trend for me.
The (sinister?) Margaret Tobin centre, part of the Flinders hospital precinct.
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