Here’s another penciled page from my (over 10 years old) sci-fi epic that I’ll probably never actually finish. I’m usually quite anal when it comes to organizing shit except when it comes to my art, which I treat like a red-headed step child. I may have even completed this epic and just don’t know it.
I keep half expecting that someday I'll have no projects or ideas and I'll be forced to complete this thing. Then again...maybe it's just all part of my master plan and when that bus with my number on it comes barreling down the street to finally finish the job...this will become my "Black Album". Hmmm.
If I have to explain that last part, you'll really see me cry.