It truly is a sad day when you find yourself talking to your art utensils. To be fair, I was probably a couple of beers in by this point so I can probably be forgiven…. can’t I?
This comic reveals for, I believe, the first time my working conditions these past few years. The only lightbox I had during this time was a tiny crappy A4 one from Argos. Inking time has always been spent lying on my front, on my bed, trying to get comfortable while struggling with a surface that was not big enough to work on. A whole world of back pain resulted from this
See below, my new toy! It is so good to finish a comic and not be in pain anymore