Two years have passed since when I thought of this story. A story set during Carnival in Venice. Two years ago I went there, alone, in a February afternoon, to take pictures. The story was a short story, but still a story. There were also pictures as source material. Everything but the hand that draws it.
This morning I put down the pencils for the first table.
The story has been and will be out.
Although it might come for the carnival 2012.
I wanted to post the table is not complete. Only pencils. I've always been fascinated with the pencils of other authors. It almost seems to be able to capture the soul of the design. Mine are only a track. Not the design, that will come with the ink. But I wanted to show them. An act of narcissism. I think being aware of it. I'm not a cartoonist, but drawing comics and I do not want to tease. Yes, they design for me to feel good, because I need it and help me to maintain a balance (I had written "health", but I corrected), but also design them to be able to display. This, whoever you are, I wanted to show you.
SP
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