“I’ll leave it at flat colors”, I say as I begin detailing the pores on a character’s nose. 

“It’ll just be a quick little picture”, I continue, painting in 30.000 individual hairs on the character’s body.

“It’ll take an hour tops,” I whisper. What date is it? How long have I been working on this piece? I can’t recall the last time I saw the sun. I’m no longer sure where my ass ends and the chair begins.

I spend the next three hours moving an eye back and forth by a single pixel.