So I came home in something of A Mood tonight, and found myself staring blankly at my sketchbook, pencil in one hand forehead in the other. I wrote the first line of text in the image below, and started thinking about taking tonight off, how it doesn’t really matter to anyone but me, and so on.
Then I had a brief vision of High Expectations Asian Father, oddly (or appropriately) enough with the caption “Son, I am disappoint,” and found the determination to make what turned out to be a pretty cool image.
I’m not sure why these Lung dragons keep turning out so fancy lately, but it’s interesting. Now I need to go eat something and try to sleep.
