I push the envelope off the precipice.

Stuck in a heat wave, I've been relocating my studio to any coffeeshop with available air conditioning. It's working out for me so far, but when I come home I get a little guilt trip from my favorite anti-muse.

I got frustrated with the original drawing of George Eastman (daddy Rochester, as I've been calling him lately), so I redrew it. I like the shapes in this one a lot more :) Now.... let's have a Jay Lincoln moment (AHEM).... "so... what do we think here guys.... do we have a likeness?"