damn, i hope you like text...
been chipping away at this one for a bit, basically it amounts to a little bit of internal character study for Andy. Which i guess is why it's a bit windy and overblown. But i did like drawing 3 versions of him.
the idea is that Andy's been spending his summer allowing himself to be pummeled into shape by Gogo, who's had him out in the miserable heat to the point of exhaustion. The joke, of course, is that while he's off in his own little world debating the particulars of his relationship, Gogo is frantically carrying him from the battlefield to get him back on his feet. See, she's not all that wicked, right?
so...i realize all this amounts to a HUGE festival of navel-gazing and convoluted notions, but this has been a snowplow for removing a case of artist's block and so i'm going to get back to work on stuff i'm paid to do
Much as i'd love to take credit for the phrase on Gogo's shirt, it's been floating around long before i got to it. Pretty sure you can find a similar shirt if you look hard enough