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Caffeine Induced Tragedy...

What do you do during many hours sipping the juice of ground beans at the local coffee shop?

One suggestion is to channel the caffeine buzz into co-op fantasy art drawing with the Barista.
Look at the bottom of the image after my name to see the tragic part.

She spent like 3 hours shading the upper bricks. :^) (Napoleon reference)
You should have been there for the Liger drawing competition, it was intense.

Thanks Casin!



  1. Nice draw. I know how it is, althought I may be far more dramatic than you. Or not. My ArtRage stuff goes from fields of flowers to black eyes full of tears over deep red background. The nonsense I would really like to draw, I´m not skilled enough. Dammit. So all of this are just boxes for the other ones. (The little prince reference). Either that or write a bad poem (oh but I put so much effort into it, six pharagraps sometimes take 1.5+ hours). Or read: Science, Philosophy or Post Cyberpunk SF >;*) What else?

    I love your draw but I don´t see why is it tragic. I would ask you to explain but since you know as well as I do that art, when explained, becames trivial (Il Postino Reference), I´ll just shut up and stare at it every time I have a tragic day.



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