The last chapter starts where the first did 94 pages ago.
In the Jungle. With monkeys.
I started out thinking this whole story could look like a Rockwell
Kent print. What a idiot! I did my best and found another “look”
or style to work in but I doubt I’ll do this “look” again. It hurt my
hands near the end and my brush pens wore out faster and faster.
Immersing myself in this and looking up reference also
wore on me in other ways. Endless sad images and stories
I found about death and rape. Many people recommended
I read King Leopold’s Ghost which I probably will…next year!
There will be a bit more A.o.G. in the near future, but I can’t
talk about that just now.
Thanks for reading!