I’ve been doing this since SMOKE & GUNS. On the day I ink the very last page of a story, I put on my suit – now I go all three piece – and I draw all day looking my best.
“This is a day I want to remember”, I think.
“Dress the part.”
Today I finished another story. I actually inked two pages, and penciled most of one.
It feels good to be done. I’m proud of these pages. I’m proud of this story.
“This is a day I want to remember.”
Yesterday's work felt good, and it felt right, and soon enough it was over. Plans for different kinds of celebration were held, and the day went as any other. However, I like to believe yesterday was a special day.
It feels like the year ended, and in some ways it has, a little late, like everything here in Brazil that waits Carnaval is over for the year to really start. I feel like Carnaval is finally over. I lighted a candle during dinner as we should do in the last day of the year, and I wished for the best. I spent a year working in Casanova, helping create and shape a world, and now this year is coming to an end. A new year approaches and a very different journey is about to begin.
Happy new year.
"Today is a beautiful day to finish a story", I thought as I walked to the bakery in the morning to buy some bread. Yesterday, as I went to bed, I knew today I would have only one page left to finish my last issue of Casanova, and so today was to be a special day.
Today is suit day.
The sun, the birds singing and the breeze coming from the open window of the studio only make this day a more pleasant, more peaceful and more special one.
As I turn this page, one story ends. It's time to start another.
