First Light

Every morning I come in, maybe look at what I left from the previous day, and decide what to continue with. Whether to finish, or start anew. It’s a gift given to me by me for standing around so long. And after a moment of self-absorption and maybe fucking off on the internet for six hours, I get out my Venus Paradise pencils and squint. Years of experience and intuitive skills, and squinting, enable me to see where the numbers are. All I have to do is grab the right color and start drawing. Making pretty things isn’t part of the job. It is <the> job.

All This By Hand
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