Bluefists, a good friend and cute foxie, mixing at a hastily-sketched turntable. I apologize for the platters, but I couldn't draw an ellipse tonight at all. The rapid digital fix actually looks worse, though. Oh well.
I am so tired of this latest wave of angst and sketch drama. It feels like having amnesia. Or like forgetting how to walk. It happens, I know it's happened before, and there's nothing to do but wait it out.
