It’s the middle of March and it is 80 degrees and humid in my apartment in Chicago. Normally the city is 40 degrees colder this time of year. It’s the kind of weather that makes ink the consistency of diner jelly, and the side of your hand stick to your paper if you leave it there for more than .08 seconds. But it’s the kind of weather I love drawing in..windows open, ceiling fan on, and girls in short-shorts.
This was a quick little drawing that took shape out of a warm up sketch. I mentioned a few weeks ago how I am looking forward to taking a break from the computer and doing work with only traditional mediums, so hand placing Zip-a-tone for the first time in a very very long time was a much needed respite.
For those of you looking into hand-placing screentones, don’t bother. It’s expensive, mind numbingly tedious, infuriating 90% of the time, and an all around waste of life for the small handful of illustrators out there who are still stuck in the past and have nothing better to do with their lives.

It’s the middle of March and it is 80 degrees and humid in my apartment in Chicago. Normally the city is 40 degrees colder this time of year. It’s the kind of weather that makes ink the consistency of diner jelly, and the side of your hand stick to your paper if you leave it there for more than .08 seconds. But it’s the kind of weather I love drawing in..windows open, ceiling fan on, and girls in short-shorts.

This was a quick little drawing that took shape out of a warm up sketch. I mentioned a few weeks ago how I am looking forward to taking a break from the computer and doing work with only traditional mediums, so hand placing Zip-a-tone for the first time in a very very long time was a much needed respite.

For those of you looking into hand-placing screentones, don’t bother. It’s expensive, mind numbingly tedious, infuriating 90% of the time, and an all around waste of life for the small handful of illustrators out there who are still stuck in the past and have nothing better to do with their lives.