Wistful Works in Progress

The funny thing about being an illustrator for a living is that, when things are going truly well, you don't have time for the work your brain insists you be doing at the drop of a good line in a book*, or an idle quest towards the perfect gestalt of errant hair loopdiloops.





*audiobook, more likely. My secret shame is that my eyes are so monopolized that I tend to not have time to read an actual dead-tree-format book anymore. The latter is inspired by a great line early on in The Hunger Games, which I recently picked up to see what all the fuss is about.

..... so now I'm an hour overdue for bed because I've just hit Chapter 11 and everyone's about to die and oh my God send help!