This sketch has seen a lot. Making of is here.
An old sketch that started as squiggles, turned into progressively more complicated squiggles.
This is a very old one. I am sure this town has a funny smell.
I don’t know where this is, maybe Boston?
Step one: Move to an alien world. Step two: start a refinery for profit. Step three: ruin everything.
Starry night in some distant little civilization.
I give this silly civilization a few more years before it just plummets into the cavern below. Good thing I didn’t draw the people, or they’d be panicking.
Find some natural beauty and cover it with wires.
Cut a hole right in that mountain. That mountain is yours now.
Spoiling a perfectly good sunset.
The only village for miles.
Build something on that god damned cliff.
I drew teeny tiny little people on the lower left that are talking around a campfire. Trust me. They are there.
Good morning, I guess.
These people have a hell of a commute to work.
Don’t worry about it, I am sure it will be fine.
They really should build a bridge or something.
Look, these idiots didn’t build a bridge either.
No streetlights. No development for the regular folks outside of the city. Typical.
A totally impractical placement for a building. What were they thinking?
Again, no bridge. I swear, some people are just so stupid.