My husband has a chronic illness and frequently spends weeks in the hospital. I have been doodling each day while sitting with him and many of them reflect my thoughts at the time. Often appearing are desperation, hope, frustration, sarcasm, fear.
We have scrap paper for post-it-Notes and I started with just one and had to keep taping more together :D I call this one 'Math Class', I really would like to finish it some day
