I think I'm at the beginning of a new era for these drawings. I finished this one and thought, "I like it, but I want to move on." So I'm going to try. Though I don't know what that means exactly.
Last night I dreamt I woke up with a dead prostitute in my bed. It was the worst dream I've had in a long time. As you can imagine there was an unbelievable sense of doom hanging over everything. Then I woke up for real and felt Leah's body beside me. Which should have been comforting. In my delirium though, I had a couple panicked seconds as I ran my fingers up Leah's arm, my eyes still closed.
Also, last but certainly not least:
I discovered footage of Dave playing football. I grabbed this still.