Bad lighting, slightly out of focus, but here it is, the entry I'm working on for the Doodlage contest. I like it. But now I'm terrified to color it. What if I mess it up? Aaaaaah! Art fear.
Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.