I'm a Fuckin' Geenyus

Yeah, it's true.

I started the X-ray work because the tedious, tiny drawing's slowness was driving me crazy. So what do I do to cure this slothy pace? I start scratching the most insanely detailed drawing I can muster up into a darkened film with a small pointed object.

How's that for thinking?

After two hours:


Compare that to the drawing below (it's the upper left corner) and you can imagine the lightening speed in which I'm gonna bust this one out. I'll have to switch back to the drawing for some relief.

I guess my thirty-second year is turning out to be about pacing.

The relative, perceptive experience of time in comparison to memories of time's passing.

I blame this all on the heat,
-MATTam BUTTerfly