Here's something I drew in 10 minutes this morning. I was on call waiting for work to start and my anxiety went through the roof. Not sure why, but it did. My friend asked me if this sketch was a sound, what would it be? I said static. That's what things feel like most of the time: all-consuming, loud, abrasive static.
It’s like drawing your own coloring page... Though I do realize there are thousands and thousands of books out there that have already have the drawings completed..
A few days ago, I could see a flock of quail, they came directly to my window, when one of them did not manage to climb with the others and crashed into my window. I quickly went to see her but she had already died.
