Wife walked in and saw this on my desk and her face was overtaken by horror. IT'S FOR MY COMIX, I shouted, I'M NOT CRAZY!
In the end, I'm opting to go with the smaller, typed out text.
Started painting future child's room yesterday, and tidied up a bit around the office, but also made the time to read a little bit. It was good to step away from the drawing table. But with that comes a different perspective and thoughts on “the bigger picture.”
Friends in New York are either foraging for edible greens in what little shrubbery the city exhibits or—for those who could afford it—have fled out to the countryside.
Things aren't nearly as bad in Houston, but the situation is still dire as it is globally, and as I paint future child's room I find myself thinking about the future in ways I never have before.
