Ok, this is absolutely true. I was going to throw this pic into the garbage after ripping it up into a million pieces. Then something inside me, told me to go on ,and at least try to finish it. Now i´m glad i did. This realy turned out much better than i was expecting, for a picture that at least up untill i got to paint the scenery part, i was totaly hating to do. As many of you know, i hate to draw characters and find that type of drawing the most boring thing in the universe to make, (altough i admire those pics very much), so i was in a living boring hell, when i started this pic. Initialy this was suposed to be the first image in my graphic novel, but i was so much bored of having to waste my time drawing so many figures and so little scenery,that i started to realy dislike the thing. And when i´m bored, i start to make stupid idiotic mistakes with everything, but specialy with the painting. The weirdest thing about this image, is that i tried so hard to destroy it, with reckless drawing and painting, and somehow by the end of it it came out like this. And now i love the thing ! And the fun and tragic part of this story, is now i completely destroyed the rest of the page and i can´t draw anymore image in it to continue my story. So if i want to make it, i´ll have to go through this type of image once again on a new blank page. This is the first time i don´t have any pleasure at all making a drawing and then at the end it turns out much better than some pics i do with pleasure. Maybe, i should give up drawing, i must becoming mad or something. Maybe there is something in the paints. :-) Oh, by the way, the blood here is green, because i like it.