The inescapable stranglehold of advertising spares not Frown Town.
I’ve been working on bodies and getting sick, Steve’s been sorting out Phauntleroy’s motion mechanisms. Not a lot to post about those until they’re done. In the mean time, I came up with the billboards for our main set’s cityscape background. These will be scattered amidst the receding layers of buildings, over the fence of the vacant lot. Sort of like those ads for milk and beef, they’re more to remind the residents of daily necessities rather than to push a particular product.
That last one’s a nod to Berkeley Breathed’s cover for Toons for Our Times. Well, back to hacking phlegm.