In October 2003, I was sat in the waiting room at my eye doctor’s surgery and started scribbling notes about a story about a bench. I scribbled some more notes on the U-bahn journey back to my flat. That night, I did a few quick drawings in Photoshop:
The next day I draw a background and thought about the story a bit more:
Something else came up, and this bench story got put to one side. About a year ago, I did some more work on the background, but not much else. So it’s with no small amount of pleasure and relief that I’ve actually done it now. I changed the shape of the characters, made them a bit more human-shaped; I tinkered with the story a little, too. On the whole, though, it looks pretty much how I imagined it would two and a half years ago.
So here it is: A Bench.