Gestation

These are part of a series of 'pilot' drawings i'm making for a proposed graphic comic. The germ of the idea came from A's mind, A being the chief wizard of the idea factory where i spend my mornings and most of my post sunsets during the week. These were made during the course of a seminar on time management, where i found that my time was better spent conjuring up images of claustrophic loneliness than attempting to imbibe what the pretty lady was trying to tell us.


waking up to another day in paradise...



                                          facing the man in the mirror...
                                   


watching the world waking up below me...



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