When I was a teen, my grandfather had alzheimers, a failing heart, and half of one lung. He was covered with scars and sometimes muttered at walls.
I was asked to keep an eye on him, briefly, one afternoon, while my grandmother did something else. While I was alone with him, he looked at an empty space right next to me, and whispered: "Mom? Dad? Is that you?"
With the exception of getting hit by a car, that was the most terrifying moment of my life.
This is my friend "shar" that is always there for me as a child in Africa living in those round huts. I could talk to him, share my moments of joy, sorrows, pain, and confusion. Anywhere I go he is always there with me, he is my angel.
Pencil with digital color. This is character development for a book + coloring book I'm working on. Reed is also my mascot for the time being. Patreon link to the project is in my profile.
I asked 13 Indian young adults, suffering from a mental health issue, what words do they wish to never hear again with respect to their mental health problem.These responses are words spoken by their colleagues, friends, or family members at some point or the other.
My "Sketching for Animators and Illustrators" class started yesterday, which means the start of whiteboard doodlemania. #doodle #fullertoncollege #fullertoncollegeartdepartment #whiteboard #whiteboarddrawing #dryerase #perpective #sketching #marker #paris
My "Sketching for Animators and Illustrators" class started yesterday, which means the start of whiteboard doodlemania. #doodle #fullertoncollege #fullertoncollegeartdepartment #whiteboard #whiteboarddrawing #dryerase #perpective #sketching #marker #paris
