with great pain comes the great inability to form a coherent sentence
[ID: a 4-page comic in illuminated manuscript style of a person standing outside. /1: They look to the distance and say: "What is that dolorous cloud: that dreadful fright I see now on the dark horizon?" /2: They turn, upset, and say: "Alas! It is the brain fog approaching!" A purple cloud enters the panel. /3: They hold up their hands against the approaching cloud, saying: "A curse upon that fog that steals my eloquence. I...hate...it" /4: The cloud surrounds them and they say: "cloud"..."bad" /ID]
It was a pleasure drawing Briza, I wanted to capture their struggle with being stuck between two worlds but forging ahead! Thanks so much for the opportunity to draw them!
paul in order to win the respect of the fremen and become the emperor you have to ride the biggest worm in the land. you have to change your name. drink this blue stuff for girls. have you been practicing the voice