From tomorrow the Year of the Dragon begins—it is my year (just think the next Year of the Dragon will be when I turn 36, omg), so I hope that it is a very good one. I forgot how coveted a dragon baby is, how much luck they supposedly bring. After all, a dragon trumps all the other animals, really. Which isn’t exactly fair. At dinner tonight, my dad was like “yeah, right, you bring me luck.” Heh, tough love to the end, as always.

In honour of my zodiac, I worked on an illustration for several hours in my down time last week, which eventually turned into a wallpaper.