You’d think that having to draw approximately twenty different vectors and amalgamate them into a single image and stick it all onto a custom sized canvas over three weeks would be stressful enough for me, but it wasn’t. Chasing the thing around Enfield in the pissing rain on the actual day it was meant to be given as a present due to courier incompetence was just the finisher I was after.
This is why I spit at Yodel vans in the street. Ok, so I don’t do that. I just narrow my eyes a bit, slow my walk and shake my head. I like to think they know what I mean by that. If they notice me. Which they probably don’t because they’re IDIOTS.blog comments powered by Disqus