My rough on a post-it note.
The final drawing.
This week, I continue to play around with compositions, lights, and characters.
A few nights ago, I had a sudden image of several kids sneaking out of the house. I quickly jotted down the image on a post-it note (as shown). When I woke up the next day and looked at the post-it, I thought it was a fun piece, so I decided to translate it into a final drawing.
As a kid, I lived in a relatively small apartment. There was no way my friends and I could sneak out of the house without our parents noticing. Plus, our parents seemed to have minds sharper than Holmes; whatever it was we attempted to do behind their backs, they could sniff it out. Operation failed, always.
Either my parents were born-detectives, or that I simply made horrible cover-ups.
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