friday, pale sunny afternoon, I'm enjoying an unexpected free day after a ridicolous 4-hour sleep.
I'll try to go for a walk to cure the bad taste left by the night shift. I'm leaving my job soon, heading for more exciting adventures that for once won't involve suit, fake smile and anaesthetic thoughts. or at least I hope so.
my drawings have their own life and, actually, have much more life than I do. they just keep popping up without lots of efforts from my side and this leaves me with mixed feelings. one day I hate them and the other day I deeply love them. sick. but wonderful.
looking for some inspiration on the world-wide web, I found something that made my day:
