Ouch, I think my hand is going to hurt tomorrow. But I finished a picture that I’m really proud of! So I feel lots of regret, but also triumph. Strange combination? I feel like for the rest of my life I’m going to be walking this tightrope between too much pain and not enough drawing. But luckily now it’s significantly less pain for more drawing. Progress is slow, but I can almost see it.

I saw Ant-man and the Wasp on the weekend, and I just loved the villain (I guess she was the main one?) so much. I loved the costume from the trailer, but then she was still an awesome character in the movie, which doesn’t always happen. I know some people are probably getting sick of Marvel movies but they could keep releasing movies till I’m dead and I would be happy.