Happy Birthday to Me

On St. Patricks Day of 1990 these two got drunk as hell and banged without protection after 11 years of marriage.

I showed up 9 months later, on December 9th, 1990.

Thanks, mom and dad. I love you. 

Exploding Head Syndrome

Bit off my fingernails. First time since I started trying to stop biting my nails in September. 

Exhale

I don't just feel inexperienced, I feel completely unexperienced.

"All this could be yours; someday"

Been enjoying drawing. Takahashi has me hooked on charcoal and conte. They have this way of making things feel alive and tangible. I feel more connected to my work than with graphite. I've barely picked up a paint brush in ages.

More poor tablet has been dusty, so I'm trying to make myself work with it. I've been out at parks during drawing class drawing the landscape; figured I'd try my hand at it on my tablet. Threw in some will-o-wisps because I felt like it damn it.

Starting over. Again.

Restarting. My other blog was linked to my old google account. New account. New blog. Same boring stuff I always post.

Rough sketch

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