Above is the first appearance of still-unnamed robot character. He’s been simplified a bit in the two years since, and still not locked firmly into place, but in ongoing appreciation for his having shown up at all to begin with, I’ve kept him mostly intact.
Not sure what has sent me into this particular space I’m in today, but I am in complete identification with a robot, staring at a key and a paintbrush that dangle right in front of what passes for a face, in a state of vapor-locked and ineffectual cluelessness at to what the hell to do with either of them.
In other news, male crickets have four distinct chirping patterns.
Writers/Artists Block?
That sucks.
Hope you push through to something more rewarding soon.