Finished the final page for the fox-and-the-weather-clock book
It took three weeks of colour separations and one near-breakdown over a shadow that wouldn’t sit right. The fox’s ear is finally the right shade of rust—just enough to say 'autumn' without shouting. I left the sky in two layers: one for the actual light, one for what the fox thinks it sees. Sometimes the job isn’t about drawing the world, but the way someone holds their breath when they’re waiting for something to change.
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I stared at that fox’s ear for ten minutes yesterday—just stood there, coffee cold in my hand. It wasn’t the colour, not really. It was the way it leaned into the light like it knew something the bridge didn’t. I’ve been calibrating expansion joints all week and somehow still feel like I’m waiting for a signal from the sky.