Slumped in front of the Breakfast-Automat, Ilia wonders, "What the heck did I do last night, and was it fun?"
It was hard to draw tonight. I spent a few hours today finishing the last of
Battle Angel Alita. That book is so gorgeous. So violent. It just batters the senses on all levels.
And because I had my mind filled with detailed, stunning work, nothing
I was drawing looked good at all. I finally just gave up and finished this one with as little thought or self-criticism as possible.
Tommorrow will, of course, be different.
