Meanwhile, Kristy is about to finally awaken after a good, loooooooong while.
>Kristy: I said wake up!
Up and at em, Kristy, with those big, beige eyes wide-open. Time to finally figure out what's going on.
When Kristy finally gets her bearings, she's on a big purple mattress, surrounded by cut roses; the air is permeated by the smell of them. Everything is also sparkly. Really, really, sparkly. Like somebody exploded a glitter bomb in here.
And here's Kristy inspecting one of the large, sparkly roses some unknown person or persons dumped on her. They're real roses, seemingly fresh cut, so someone must have placed them here recently.
A chained manacle on your wrist could certainly present a problem. Why keep you comfortable and sparkly while also keeping you shackled?
I've had a rough time getting back into drawing. I kept going back to the image where Kristy sits up and changing something. The amount of flowers. The way the fabric gathers on her skirt. The swirl of hair. The way I did the background. As I worked on the newer images, I'd go back to the first images and change them, too. So it's a process that's developing. That's what happens when you don't work on a project for an age.
I meant to keep going with Kevin, but I figured, after four years, Kristy should wake up, too. Plus, I really wanted to draw her swirly hair again. In fact, I'm having problems *NOT* drawing super swirly hair. I need to get back to simple details... halp.
Kristy has a few more scenes that I've thought up--unless someone makes a suggestion--and then it's back to Kevin in his kitchen.