When I was a kid I loved to do drawings of big muscular supreheroes and weightlifters. I drew them all the time, my notebooks were *filled* with big, mean, angry, strong, men. Ironically 90% of what I draw for a living these days have no muscles what-so-ever. And thanks to this lovely desk job... neither do I!

why is it so hard to be the people we intend to turn out as?
It’s a very nice drawing. I like it.
Because it’s too much work Adam.
Jan: Thank you very much!
This looks nice! Please submit more!
Doesn’t help one bit