GypsyRequiem

He walks over to his empty desk (which is empty for he uses his lap for just about every desk-type purpose except for the laptop which gets too hot underneath for his poor lap) and takes an empty piece of printing paper in one hand and his 0.5 clutch pencil in the other. He places the piece of paper on the A4 hardboard sitting on his lap, puts his headphones over his ears and blasts some Celine Dion i mean Megadeth as he looks down at the piece of paper, staring back at him. The paper's stare is uwavering, so he decides to honour this tenacious piece of paper by giving it a face. He goes to work as the soothing sounds of Celine Dion (i mean Megadeth) guide him. After a while what stares back at him is a blank page no more, but the creation of random thoughts and slightly resembling what he had in mind when he started his epic journey. He puts the paper, happy with its makeover, back on the desk. He then gets up, walking into the sunset, while Megadeth (symphony of destruction) plays in the background.. .

--me on every drawing I've ever done.

ps. true story