Whatever that means
Other than the morning of working I’ve spent most of the afternoon in my cellar partly with Ellen drawing her a pirate version of herself (or Ewan, it wasn’t really clear by the time we were done) and this little doodle of Karl Marx. All in the name of trying to get to grips with the tablet M bought me for Christmas and Abode Illustrator, which I only have 11 days left on the demo before I need to try to get around the licensing or (eek!) pay for it. He’s actually meant to be a playing card but I haven’t got that far yet. Nor have I thought what the other three suits would be, although they’ll all be revolutionaries. Photographers, of course. Four face cards and a joker. Who would be the revolutionaries and joker of photography?