A cover for G magazine. The miracle of an overnight deadline…no time to procrastinate, no other choice but to perform and deliver the goods on time.
The muses harnessed to the mind, extracting ideas. The hand is hovering above the paper and the pencil is leaving its trail of a sketchy journey behind. Once an accommodation is obtained, between me and myself, and further more with the editors, my fantasy is committed by a now more restrained and disciplined hand, to an inky determined line. Then comes the colours, some wondering, hesitations. The file is saved, then saved again-sent. And I. I’m just like a chicken that had just laid its daily egg. Kikirrriky!