isn’t it funny that mental change can create bodily change?
Fuck. I can’t believe I just stayed up through the night to 7:00 am drawing this thing. I can’t fucking believe how long it took me to do the right hand. I must have spent an hour on the fucking hand alone, trying to get it to not look like a baseball mitt.
I listened to Fleet Foxes’s “Meadowlark” on repeat through the whole sketch. I was pulling emotion down into the thing. You start thinking about all the wrongs you’ve ever committed, you feel your eyes start to sting, and with an intensifying ache you feel like your heart is completely and irreparably broken, even if it isn’t.
Does anyone ever read this thing? Shit.
Memorial Day.
I find it exceptionally annoying I have to post one at a time to have photos show up in the dashboard.
the adventure is about to begin