New Series

I’ve been doing these drawings:

That bottom one was after this one:

I stopped and looked at it and B. Said “Stop. It’s done. Leave it alone. You can start a new one.”

This time I listened. He knows my work better that anyone else since 1998.

Anyway I looked at this after I quickly did the one above it that looks the same. They all started in my journals. Then I made this while binge watching “The Horror of Dolores Roach,” one of the best shown I’ve seen since maybe “Schitts Creek”.

It’s a monster breast that maybe was more related to the show than I thought.

On the back of the first of these 3 I wrote: This is who I was. This is what I became. This is who I am now. What’s she doing staying around. I can’t be here anymore. I don’t want her to remind me.