Inktober 2019, Day 8: Frail. For Frits Zuniga, the story ended on a less ecstatic note, though perhaps a hopeful one. With his demon under control, he was finally free to check into rehab.
I got a little too ambitious during the morning session before work. This meant that the inks weren’t done by the time I had to head out. Then my work day turned to shit, and I didn’t get to work on it some more until well past nine, with constant interruptions. The resulting inks looked horrible, so once again I’ve had to resort to fixing the worst errors – not all of them, just the ones that made the image unreadable – in Autodesk Sketchbook. It’s still not great, but it’s done. I can start on the next one tomorrow.