MISS KITTY AMID THE SNOW.
It took me about twenty pages or so of feeling around, but I finally feeling as though I am getting back to a style I had before I ever started to reenter the infernal depths of comics. I need a grainy sort of paper, preferably second sheets I had as a kid, or even newsprint, which my elderly dad would get me in bulk from the local newspaper. But I am reemerging back into my previous style, which is a nice way of turning my back on everything which I have come to hate.
I have to get this done, not only because of the Asian woman nice enough to collect these pages, but for my own self, before I allow the dragons of conformity and usuality drag me into the edges of the raunchiness dripping earth.