Where the hell did August go? I don't know, but I do know that I felt terribly guilty about not posting anything. Lazy, lazy.

In an attempt to rectify this, I give you an ink drawing on tracing paper that's been hanging around the studio for a while.  It's not finished, but who's kidding who? It'll never be. Besides, I like it just the way it is. So, without further ado, I give you: Manfred von Richthofen (1892 – 1918). Most of us know his history, so it's pointless to regurgitate it here.