I lost a sketchbook on a train recently, and all the drawings this week are reconstructions of the characters that disappeared with that book. I was upset at first as hate losing work but thought fuck it, I’m not going to mourn their loss, I’m just going to redo every one. My creations will live again! Mwah ha haaa!
And yet inevitably they all turned out completely different to how they were originally and instead new characters were born, which you now get to see. Is there a moral to this story? I feel like there’s one in there somewhere…let me know if you find it. And if anyone finds my sketchbook can you let me know too please?