A much younger version of myself drew a lot. Every day, probably. I carried a sketchbook with me everywhere. I took drawing classes, I went to design school.
When I was 20, I left design school and stopped drawing pretty abruptly. I stopped drawing for the most part, and I really haven’t drawn in any significant quantity for the past seven years.
I saw something online today about flash comics. They wrote “divide a composition book page into eighths, pick a noun, and then make a comic as fast as you can”
And then I did.
And then I did it again.
And I did it again. Like maybe, everything will feel alright if I just keep on making comics about everything I do today, and every ridiculous terrible thing that’s happening in 2020, and maybe this is just a return to what I haven’t done in years.
