Diary Entry:
Dec 16, 2022

Every year around this time I use my 'warm-up sketches' time to scribble a self-portrait. It depends on whether I’m at the drawing board or sitting at the Wacom Cintiq. I don't meditate on these; I just start drawing and see what comes out. It’s usually a reflection of my feelings about that year.

2021:

I seem to be trepidatiously opening my eyes to see if another shitty year is over.

2020:

Pretty obviously the end of a harrowing ordeal of a year: Becoming overly familiar with masks, gloves, and social distancing. Coming out the other side of a battle for my lungs.