flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
I have many drawings, but none of them are scanned at the moment, so please enjoy this moderately crappy cell phone photo of a halfway-finished piece.
I’m 80% sure this is going to be the front cover image for the colouring book; the original is going to be donated to a charity silent auction connected to an event my mom got me into, for which we will be painting directly on the breasts of volunteers (at least some of them cancer survivors). Honestly, I’m hazy on the charity details, other than that it’s a Hadassah thing and I trust them; she had me at painting boobs. Anyway, after I volunteered as a tit painter, they asked if I had anything I’d like to donate to the auction, and I ALMOST gave my usual ‘I’m not a serious artist’ response, and then I remembered that I’ve been doing a lot of drawing lately and that at least one of the pages was thematic as fuck.
Also, before people get mad at me about the ‘not a serious artist’ thing, what I mean in this case is that I don’t generally sell original work or have any idea how to price such. I’ve sold a bitchload of t-shirts and stickers and laptop skins and such this year (for which, thank you!), but I’m not hanging canvases in galleries and taking cashy money for them like my mother does. Speaking of, I feel like I’ve never actually linked her website here, and that’s a shame. Want to see?