I have a class. It’s called Illustrative Drawing. It’s about doing concept art. However this is not the truth. The truth is, it’s not a class at at all. What it really is is a super massive black hole in which everything revolves around and gets sucked into: homework, sleep, time, joy, your life, your friends, your sanity and your dignity. Nevertheless it has been valuable and I feel more confident now in my drawing because of it (when it comes to sketching) than I ever was before I took this black hole, or “class”.

Here are some more or less finished boards, with probably more to come. It’s for homebaked story I call “A World Torn”.