Well, for now I think she's back... after what appears to have been an attempt at monastic life in Antarctica or some such.

Spent the entire weekend on the beginnigs of a single drawing. Almost a vacation. Friday 10PM until Sunday 2AM, interrupted by two meals and two brief attempts at sleep, but who needs sleep anyway?

It seems to me that while my handiwork is slowly (suh-low-lee) becoming better, I become dissatisfied with what I can do in at least equal measure. Over all it takes me longer than ever to get something to paper - but I like it the better at the end of it, so I guess I'm happy. Oh, and I seem to have found my peace with hands and feet.

If only work wouldn't constantly intrude

Maybe you'd like to tell me one thing from your experience: Do you draw anatomical outlines first and clothe them later, or do you draw clothes from the beginning?