"The limbed and headed machine of pain and undignified suffering is firing up again. It wants to walk the desert. Hurting. Longing. Dancing to disco music." - DE
Harrier Du Bois, my beloved. You strange sad man. This is not the last time I'll be drawing you, that's for sure.
Although my drawings have been depressing me lately. Nothing looks good enough and I've lost count of how many WIPs I've abandoned and restarted and abandoned again. Harry will have to do, so at least I've finished something.