I would say gorilla but I don't have that much hair on my face. But that's how I felt, like a primitive gorilla looking at blank pages banging on his chest in intimidation. Like the first man-o-noid on earth looking in amazement and confusion a white piece of monolith trying to make sense of it all, banging on it with rock and fist, trying to put a creative dent on the immaculate face of life's very own fabric.
It's time to treat yourself, for me a bath and a hair dye is needed stat!
Brush yo teef fool. Get all purdy, look at your self at the mirror without screaming in agony while running away finding yourself in strange geometries shouting "IA!IA!WTF?!" Chill out, write a blog entry or something....
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Read some Moebius and think about the time that you will only draw comics taking place in the desert or the snow... Think about how awesome that will be. AAhhh... So nice, think about splash pages of "culture" filled comics, shit, think about DOUBLE spreads and no deadlines...! Mmmm. yum. Think about awesome eurocomics printed in various exotic inks and intricate printing processes, book sleeves, 2 panel pages and vague open stories...Mmm...
Now, get up and go finish your work.