Thoughts: Doctor Robotnik, seated in his command-chair, giving a particularly impatient look to someone, or perhaps to some point distant from him. His face is meant to be set rather forward, and pushed to the side by his own force, a sort of gesture of supressed frustration, not necesarily one of rest, as might first be assumed. With his living hand already curled into a fist, his mechanical hand is nearly the same, his index and forefinger poised as if restless to point, demand, work controls, or twitch - insectoid and unpredictable. He seems to have lost a bit of weight in this sketch; a fault of mine in lack of foresight of the original basis. His stage-left hand would appear to be a bit thin, but the flatness suggests instead that it's weight is set atop his voluminous fat... Or, in this case, mildly reduced girth.

Details: A simple, quick sketch; meant to be an emotive piece, reflective of the general situation. Much of my sketchbook pages are riddled with notes in pen; it was the sketch which wandered into those limits, resulting in some text which could not be easily removed.

Materials: mechanical pencil, black ink (fineliner), blue col-erase.

Cynicide: Lack of correct porportion and perspective make the image appear rather skewed, a factor amplified by his unintended relative slimness. There are areas where I'd forgotten or neglected to add some shading depth; although his command-chair left him reclined rather steeply. In addition, his torso-cross does not flow well with his body surfaces, and the central disc and it's anchors are too prominent and jarring. Also, the angle at which I have his shoulder pauldrons/armor swept back is about 45 degrees horizontally and vertically, making this viewing angle noticeably incorrect.