So this took a few hours of sitting in a caffeinery waiting for a certain political agitator to finish getting the proletariat riled up into a fury of deluded and inconsequential activism. erm. These particular circumstances meant that many times I would have stopped working on this drawing and it would have become 'finished' but due to logistical concerns the only choice was to continue so I would have something to do until I was taken home. I guess it gave me a glimpse of what happens when I disregard the impulse to quit while I'm ahead and push forward and force myself to keep adding to a picture. The results are pleasing but it makes the process feel almost like work. ewwwww... When I was nearing completion an elderly lady told me 'that's nice' before being hustled away by her chaperon. I spose its better than nothing.