That's the sound of me scratching my head, faced with the inventor's challenge of explaining my e-ATC, the electronic equivalent of my version of the Artist Trading Card. From the minute I wake up in the morning, this challenge is facing me. I picture myself facing an imaginary group--students, maybe, or angels. There's an easel in front of me and a marking pen in my hand. But there are no students. And if there are angels out there, I could sure use them now. In reality, there's only me in my studio; but on my desktop I find my *new* Wacom tablet. I switch it on, fumble around with it awhile until I have made a reasonable page as a graphic novel. Not much time for this. The lecture starts soon!
And here is my page, the missing professor of Emeralda Region, getting ready to explain his EATC.
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