The last few weeks have been one fresh hell after another, some of it my own stupid fault, some of it thrust upon me. I’ve been lax, however, and so I bring to you another installment of the Hundred Days Draw:
…that is a lame thing to come back to. Well, I said I’d do it, and so I shall. Here is a picture of me as a child:
As a child, I was vaguely aware that I was an autonomous person and that, like everyone, I had to look like something. I didn’t really care that much, though, opting instead to put a lot of my love towards the things that filled my day. Some of my most vivid memories are of watching DuckTales while holding a stuffed Kermit the Frog that I had gotten at my baby shower.
Now I wish I hadn’t drawn this, because it’s making me sad.