Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

Originally published at benchilada. You can comment here or there.

I absolutely despise when one of my conditions rears its head while I’m doing something important. One of the most infuriating is when my OCD flips on while I’m drawing.

I tossed this off after struggling mightily on the first page of the Chinese folk tale I’m drawing as my next project. Let’s not talk about how much I did this last night:

My drawing style kind of hinges around me not taking a preposterous amount of to do it. Part of the “charm” is that there’s a spontaneity to the pieces, and that if you look carefully you can see all the mistakes I’ve tried to digitally remove. Over-thinking my art condemns me to a purgatory of questioning each pencil mark, the opposite of what I want.

So be it.

Here’s a photo of the side-entrance to Stone-Robot Enterprises for you. We don’t use it much because, a) We’re hippies, b) It’s protected by golems not created by us.

New Fuckbrain Comix up tomorrow or Wednesday.

Love,

benjamin
Who may be sick

I HAVE ARTIST'S BLOCK AGAIN.

SKETCH/PRACTICE IDEAS WELCOME.

Maybe a prize for anybody whose suggestion(s) I use.

I promise nothing, re: will I draw what you say, but remember, I've drawn things like this in the past so very little is out of consideration:

It's another about my sleep-talking. There are a few others and will be more.

WHO FUCKING LOVES YOU?!

HINT: Me and fairyarmadillo