This is a panel from a comic that I made last weekend. It felt so alive in the sketch phase and then it just DIED on me when I tried to carry it to the finish. This panel is one of the only survivors. I'll give it another go in a few weeks. I kind of liked the story. It just didn't play quite the way I wanted it to.
About a week ago my boy Jeremy told me that I'm too prone to toss out finished work, and it gets in the way, slows me down, holds me back.
But I'm coming to accept that some things, whether are not I like them, are just me, and I'm all I've got to work with.
At least I have a human head.