I am a stick of cardboard. All rolled up

You fine people will be elated to know I picked up my pencils. My hands have been terribly stiff with the change to winter and I admit I have glared at my drafting board.

She's not much yet, but will be and it's just a teaser of that whole portrait. Shitty photo... but for all things odd, my camera refuses to take actuarate pics of my art. It is important to me to draw because short of being a skater as kid (which I WAS very proud of) drawing is really the only thing I think I can do. I can bullshit, but when was that ever a talent? Drawing gives me a lot of joy and I do enjoy the stunned faces of people when they walk into my studio. I stare and smile in a way only those who have seen it could recognise, it's a very condescending smile that says "That's right." and a nod taking time to wonder why people frequently presume I am not capable of all this shit tacked to my wall.

So it's nice to holding pencils again.

Anyhow, just wanted to share that I am drawing again, however painful, it seems to melt away once I get into a piece. I think I even told the dog it was okay to spend the night down the street. Just whatever, leave me alone I'm busy here. Lol. Appreciation to those who support me through all this shit.

-DM

ps - secret, for fun, I draw most of these things upside down. Lefthanders can't go dragging shit. Hm. maybe I already shared that bit. Still though.....