A wise person doesn't fuck around with Angela Marconi's master craft.
There's a lot wrong with this page, but I can't bring myself to look at it a moment more. My love/hate relationship with developed outdoor areas is highly visible here. I need to develop a better mental library of architecture. I feel like I always draw the same eight-pane vertical windows on background buildings, but a very brief look-over of my archive has revealed to me that that's actually not the case? Nevertheless, old buildings. I love looking at them in real life, I need to get better at representing them.
This isn't a big important deal, but after this chapter is done, I'm going to rename it.
Friday Friday another update on Friday.
That hand. It is amazing.
@The_Hankerchief: Aw shucks, 't'weren't nothin' :P
I know that mafia jokes are painfully stereotypical in Italian context but dammit Mrs. Marconi makes me want to make one sneaking up on Tony like that!
@Oly-RRR: LOL!! I picture her like, not even walking into the kitchen but just *appearing* there through some type of sauce-based hoodoo.
@mitchellbravo: Hahaha YESSS!
Your background details are simply squirreltastic!
@Squirreltastic-Blue: Squank you!!
@mitchellbravo: Squank! Isn't that a jazz term?