
The snow is falling in Boston, and my train rides are longer for it. A lot of interesting people to draw, a lot of time in my commute, and a lot of EBM music in my mp3 player, produce humanoid robots in my sketchbook. This one, I magine, would be the cyborg in charge of directing traffic in a dystopian future. Waving her hands, she can conduct the bloodstream of a city like an orchestra. Fun!
I wish I was a robot :D