I feel you there, in every pore. Your silence clamors in my ears. You can nail up your mouth, cut your tongue out — but you can’t prevent your being there. Can you stop your thoughts? I hear them ticking away like a clock, tick-tock, tick-tock, and I’m certain you hear mine.
DONE I’ll scan it at some point… I added a lot of sparkly stuff but it’s hard not to get carried away with it. Ballpoint, markers, and white gel pen, sketched in Col-Erase.
I like this one simply because my hair seems to be aflame.
This is me just sitting. No poseing or anything. I used to hate my thighs when I sat like this, but it’s so silly to think about that now. Of course they smoosh when I sit, they are not made of stone, they are soft and pliable and I like them for that now.
More traditional doodles.
A Reindeer at the San Diego Zoo with abnormal antlers.