Nothing has felt good enough to post here, so we're perpetually playing catch-up, but let's just close the year with this low-pressure zero.
I wanted to draw him sleep deprived and in a hybrid of hard, ink lines and soft, painted eyes.
Nothing's really worked out this year, even the good stuff was temporary and as fleeting as I had thought it would be.
But there's the hope things'll get better somehow at some point.
I feel like I'm ultimately an optimist, but I have to sledge through an ocean of pessimism to get there, yet that's all I can really do.