Here we see the graphic artist in his native habitat. Surrounded by comfort food, wastebaskets of snack wrappers, broken pencils and unfinished art. In the background, music, that nobody listens to anymore, plays on a cheap mp3 player bought at Walco. The drafting table, fixed at 17 degrees of tilt, is piled high with “Reference” material, poised to slide into “No-Man’s Land”, the floor. No actual completed art can be found here. That, was confiscated by the landlord to pay the rent.
Joe_Minotaur about 15 years ago
Here we see the graphic artist in his native habitat. Surrounded by comfort food, wastebaskets of snack wrappers, broken pencils and unfinished art. In the background, music, that nobody listens to anymore, plays on a cheap mp3 player bought at Walco. The drafting table, fixed at 17 degrees of tilt, is piled high with “Reference” material, poised to slide into “No-Man’s Land”, the floor. No actual completed art can be found here. That, was confiscated by the landlord to pay the rent.
Joe_Minotaur about 15 years ago
Sorry, Frank. Couldn’t resist.