When I came over from NYC it was to take care of my folks until their passing. My father passed 2 years ago, July 27th, and my mother 2 weeks ago, July 30th. It’s all come to fruition, and now it’s just me, here in this house out in the woods, in the middle of nowhere, with a little schnauzer dog. It’s another change of life I’m facing, and I’ve had a couple panic attacks since. But I’m fine. This last decade here I’ve had to do a lot of adjusting, and finding my way around this mostly conservative Christian Trump-loving hood.

Beginning the routine of drawing every day has been my relief. Below are some of my favorites I’ve done over the last couple months. Mostly just pen and ink, but also some toying with colored pencil.

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