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.
From when my 16 yo daughter was struggling with heroin addiction. My doodles have gotten me through some very hard times. Art as therapy, I always say.
I can’t remember if I ever drew much in the way of dinosaurs growing up, but when my folks brought me this Anixiousaurus t-shirt from their Spain trip for me recently, that gave me incentive to do something about it at least!
