Walk on the Wild Side
There was this super ugly, old and pretty childlike drawing I did with ballpoint pen or ink on a piece of scrap paper. There they were, a super old version of the diver and his companion, which I call cat because of the shape of his head. They followed me in my dreams and I started iterating what do do about them.
After a first attempt I let them rest for some years, and finally came back to start this picture. I like how dynamic it turned out in the end.