I continue working on the group commission piece, and it is quickly becoming apparent that I have completely lost my mind. This drawing has taken on a life of its own, and terrible themes are emerging. (O_O) The darkness is scratching at the backs of my eyeballs, and I am about to begin work on the foreground of the image. The foreskin will have to wait until later. I will get to that.
I am perfectly happy to draw this commission any damn way I please. However, I would like to remind some of you who donated that you are not properly abusing your privileges by berating me constantly and undermining my sense of self-worth. I have not been abused nearly enough since this project began. Do you know how many times I’ve cried while working on it? None. By now I expected to be a broken shell of a man, living only to draw a picture under the leering eye of the unwashed masses; but my dignity remains intact. I hold my head up high. While I appreciate the feedback I’ve gotten via e-mail, and from those of you who’ve seen the drawing in person, I demand more abuse. Thank you sir, may I have another?!
Hurts so good.
