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L'ange Picsou

Few 'round these parts knew what Angel’s real name was. He’d made his way to the Five Roses’ glow from out East years before most of them were born. People in the neighborhood started callin' 'im "Angel" back in the days of coin-fed parkin' meters, on account of his swoopin’ down last minute & feedin' the damn things before the meter-maids could get to writin’ you a ticket.
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O’course if you rolled-back time enough, you’ld catch-up with a very different Angel, goin’ by the name "Picsou". But that’s a whole other story…

Colours.

Colours.

Process.

Pencil & Ink.

Pencil & Ink.

Pencil & Ink.

Pencil & Ink.