Ok, here is a picture of hum...ya, should be one month ago. It's a double page made for D(X)I magazine, sort of cultural something that speaks of design, art and other junks distributed somewheres in Spain. I'm in it and the double page really, it smells very good. I've been drawing untill two, doctor said I should take a better rithm on my work. Someone can explain my doctor that illustrators and comics designer are kind of drawing sixteen hours a day without noticing most of the things happening out of their atelier? Well, pressure is good, heart also, it's stress. She said it's stress. I agree. I chosed the wrong job, I should have studied for becoming a doctor. Or a punk poet. Or I don't know, those kind of useless things as mine. I doubt anyway that I can eat one hundred valium pills and arrive to the bottom of a Keglevitch bottle as a punk poet, even not the half as maybe a shoegaze one. I think I'm ok with a yogurt, some wafers and a cleaner apartment.
Hugs
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