Or near dead.
For so many years now, I've almost given up drawing. One doodle at a time, no more than two or three between January and December...
And suddenly, without even realizing, I accepted to do this particular job...with plenty of landscapes and spaceships and loads of other things I had never drawn at all.
Maybe the hugeness of the challenge awoke me in some way.
Maybe I'm just a typical masochist.
But I did it, friends. I did all those impossible things I gave up dreaming about.
For the last 3 weeks, I've done nothing but drawing like mad.
And I know I don't want to stop anymore.
I want to draw it all, everything that's in my mind, everything I'd never dare trying to picture before.
I am back, I'm an artist, and it feels so good I can't even remember being otherwise.
Hope you'll enjoy as much as I do! :3