i have been watching (and becoming emotionally invested in) a lot of tv while i am drawing lately. this one is particularly gripping. but that tangle at the top is about something much less frivolous.

thank god words can still give me chills.

i want to afford health insurance. badly.

well, you can buy a gallon of cholula hot sauce online, which is my most favorite kind. so, if any of you are in the market for buying me a gift, there you are. i've made it easy!

and you ARE easier to understand when you are gone.

for the record, this was at around 7 o'clock in the morning and the movie i decided to watch was "fear and loathing in las vegas." if there were ever a movie NOT to watch early in the morning, it was that one. also, that's a tiny view out of my studio window.

another golem. believe me when i say that tiny drawings of these guys are on scraps of paper all over my desk.

okay. i have been reading about and drawing a LOT of golems. they are to winter what fall was to mermaids, for me. soon, there will be a large painting of a guy like this one. blessed mud men! it is beautiful.

first page of my newest sketchbook! that's kai and lizzie. although the likenesses aren't, um, great. sorry guys!
for the record, the subject of this comic, the one who i was asking kai to punch, is a lady who sometimes sells pies in providence who owes me money for a drawing i did for her. just sayin'. maybe think twice about us poor little illustrators before you buy your next locally made pie? that's a bad lesson to get out of this. buy pies where you'd like, folks. but maybe give the pie-seller a little punch for me.

seriously. that movie is ridiculous. also, i wish that i could tattoo myself up like that.

a tiny drawing of my favorite outfit for the wintertime.

the three ghost's belongings. domestic bliss, peaceful thoughts, safe collapse.

three watcher-overs. and yet another realization inspired by ghosts.

i feel the top way and i feel the bottom way, sometimes, but, not always. i feel better today, probably.
also, it is my grandpa's EIGHTY NINTH birthday today. important.

a mask.

out the window. new curtains, a small buddha in a gold case, a black powderbox with a white flower my grandma painted onto it, and a very important strip of paper that i received in the mail. mostly, though, it's what is outside the window. or what can be.

i love the library.

i had a dream about a dear friend in which i had a purpose, and it was to hand him a set of bluejay feathers before he would be able to play his fiddle in a big green field. one of the feathers was much more important than the other, even though they looked the same.

my chanukkah gift to myself is a very beautiful union suit. i get tangled, sometimes.

sometimes drawing isn't relaxing, but it is almost always the right answer.