Basically I can't sleep without every single song I'm writing repeating endlessly, but I'm loving it again. Embracing the torture, as I'm assaulted by my own thoughts. Like a locust giving birth to earworms....
This is perhaps my favourite of the V Magazine covers, the lighting and the colours were perfect to paint.
The version without text is on my Tumblr as I couldn't decide whether I preferred it with or without!