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I started this drawing on monday night. It wasn't a night like the usual ones, as I brought my drawing kit into the fashion store where I work for the corporate party that took place. I worked from the early morning till the night, where the beautiful fashion assistants from all our stores gathered for a homemade fashion parade. Now, in my youth I worked a lot into associations that made party and events for other and somehow I lost the shining of the event itself as I always prefer to enjoy the creation phase more than the result for other people instead. Ready for the night, I took a small wheeled table from the warehouse and proceeded to hide behind the shop counter away from the mass of girls and proceeded to ink away at will. It was a pleasant night where some people offered to bring me food, drinks and all I needed to carry on with my parallel night. I wasn't bothered and felt good and only interesting (expecially one) people took their time to reach me, while half hidden and bent on a piece of paper. It's so cool when all the managers and even the CEO know about my quirky personality without making a scene and instead offer me help to pass the night as I intend it. Next to me there was the tent built as a backstage for the models to change their outfit and I could hear all the tears and pain coming from within, as they needed to change as fast as possible to stay in schedule. It was fun to hear the small cries. I finished around 1.00, leaving behind the ruins of the store to be mend the following morning. At a certain point, drawing a lot of small fishies on the right, I realized that for the past half an hour I wasn't exactly seeing the details of the piece, as I was mechanically assuming what I was drawing. I'm used to lose my way in the paper, but I'm fucking losing my eyesight and I didn't realized it!

Then I carried on throughout the week, drawing at two pubs. The first one is the one that I'm getting familiar with and I'm proud to say that I'm getting there alone and starting to behave like some sort of adult, not too much stress and inner cries. I moved in a place in front of the counter, drawing all night, adding details for this mindless work and suddenly as I reached the glass of beer I realized that I couldn't close properly my drawing hand to drink. I cracked my knuckes and massaged my fingers but still, I had some difficulties... I'm probably using a weird handle with the nib or the grip it's too strong, I don't know, but when I inspected my hand I noticed that it's getting old! I have ruined skin on my pinky for it keeps on scratching on the paper and I wasn't aware of it till then. Weird.

After this realization I obviously kept on drawing and we move to the next night, where my friends wanted to meet at a different pub. I was there on time but they weren't, and so the common sense told me to enter and look for a table to fit 6 people... after I got inside the pub, panick took me prisoner as I was looking around in something like 15 secs and I run away from there even falling on the stairs on the way out. I was in a bad shape and realized that no, I'm still not there, I'm still not able to do it. I thought that I could and instead I found myself sitting on the floor outside waiting for the rest of the others. After they rescued me we later entered and found a table and that night wasn't that proficient, adding only the green and a circle made of gold.

The next night, last night, I had plans that got cancelled at the very last minute and so once again I reached the pub that I'm more comfortable with, and I luckily spent a chilling night filling all the page with the gold and adding the finishing details for the piece. People got accustomed to my table filled with ink bottles and weird tools and they leave me be, and that's cool for me. I usually listen to some music on my own, with one ear only, while the other is open to eventual... stuff.

Finishing the night rubbing my tired eyes, I knew what I would name this drawing after.

If you have any interest in my drawings, you can check for more free stuff on My [Instagram](www.instagram.com/luca_bettons ) or [DeviantArt](www.deviantart.com/bettons ).

Description
I started this drawing on monday night. It wasn't a night like the usual ones, as I brought my drawing kit into the fashion store where I work for the corporate party that took place. I worked from the early morning till the night, where the beautiful fashion assistants from all our stores gathered for a homemade fashion parade. Now, in my youth I worked a lot into associations that made party and events for other and somehow I lost the shining of the event itself as I always prefer to enjoy the creation phase more than the result for other people instead. Ready for the night, I took a small wheeled table from the warehouse and proceeded to hide behind the shop counter away from the mass of girls and proceeded to ink away at will. It was a pleasant night where some people offered to bring me food, drinks and all I needed to carry on with my parallel night. I wasn't bothered and felt good and only interesting (expecially one) people took their time to reach me, while half hidden and bent on a piece of paper. It's so cool when all the managers and even the CEO know about my quirky personality without making a scene and instead offer me help to pass the night as I intend it. Next to me there was the tent built as a backstage for the models to change their outfit and I could hear all the tears and pain coming from within, as they needed to change as fast as possible to stay in schedule. It was fun to hear the small cries. I finished around 1.00, leaving behind the ruins of the store to be mend the following morning. At a certain point, drawing a lot of small fishies on the right, I realized that for the past half an hour I wasn't exactly seeing the details of the piece, as I was mechanically assuming what I was drawing. I'm used to lose my way in the paper, but I'm fucking losing my eyesight and I didn't realized it!

Then I carried on throughout the week, drawing at two pubs. The first one is the one that I'm getting familiar with and I'm proud to say that I'm getting there alone and starting to behave like some sort of adult, not too much stress and inner cries. I moved in a place in front of the counter, drawing all night, adding details for this mindless work and suddenly as I reached the glass of beer I realized that I couldn't close properly my drawing hand to drink. I cracked my knuckes and massaged my fingers but still, I had some difficulties... I'm probably using a weird handle with the nib or the grip it's too strong, I don't know, but when I inspected my hand I noticed that it's getting old! I have ruined skin on my pinky for it keeps on scratching on the paper and I wasn't aware of it till then. Weird.

After this realization I obviously kept on drawing and we move to the next night, where my friends wanted to meet at a different pub. I was there on time but they weren't, and so the common sense told me to enter and look for a table to fit 6 people... after I got inside the pub, panick took me prisoner as I was looking around in something like 15 secs and I run away from there even falling on the stairs on the way out. I was in a bad shape and realized that no, I'm still not there, I'm still not able to do it. I thought that I could and instead I found myself sitting on the floor outside waiting for the rest of the others. After they rescued me we later entered and found a table and that night wasn't that proficient, adding only the green and a circle made of gold.

The next night, last night, I had plans that got cancelled at the very last minute and so once again I reached the pub that I'm more comfortable with, and I luckily spent a chilling night filling all the page with the gold and adding the finishing details for the piece. People got accustomed to my table filled with ink bottles and weird tools and they leave me be, and that's cool for me. I usually listen to some music on my own, with one ear only, while the other is open to eventual... stuff.

Finishing the night rubbing my tired eyes, I knew what I would name this drawing after.

If you have any interest in my drawings, you can check for more free stuff on My [Instagram](www.instagram.com/luca_bettons ) or [DeviantArt](www.deviantart.com/bettons ).