Phillip went down to Georgia, he was looking for a job to steal. He wasn't feeling swell, corporate work was hell, and he was willing to make a deal. When he came upon a school who was dealing comics and making it hot. Then Phillip jumped on the nearest plane and said "SCAD, let me tell you what - now people are gonna laugh at the things I'm about to do - but I bet a pencil of gold against your soul that I can make it as an artist too."
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
I've come to learn I'm quite sadistic as an artist. I constantly draw things like crowd scenes and what not - and that's such a pain. I think there are like 35+ people I drew on this whole page. Ugh. But, if it doesn't kill me...