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here and then here

you can watch it happen:
here and then here

Page one and page two and three from the second issue.

ashcan jimmy and his dad submitted for your dis/approval.

“cover inks and logo” submitted for your dis/approval.

For Andrew, “PLEH”, and a version with outlines and no fills (warning this second one is a big .png file).

a sketch for my mood

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-4mtlqIfukc

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K3mRy9Q_Ofk

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