I drew all these before Christmas. I retired the sketchbook without going through and scanning the dregs, such bad habits I’m forming! These are all whiney, and I guess tangentially relevant to my life at the time. I’m trying to get back into drawing pictures for the deeply un-hip purpose of self-expression (pretentious ass!), which I feel was sort of beaten out of me in school, mostly by me. No one wants to have your squishy feelings forced upon them in a critique setting, plus there’s not a lot of time left for that sort of self indulgent crap when there are movie reviews to illustrate! (But posting them on the internet is totally cool because everybody knows real potentially embarrassed people do not read the internet.) Drawing pictures is for making money, if all you want to do is talk about yourself maybe you should have gone into fine art, genius! Or therapy. Therapy is totally hip this season!
Oh, you could have kept it on your sleeve and we could just make fun of you as we would your average everyday bleeding heart. But under these circumstances, mostly you’re just an Ineffectual Slut. (Also hip this season!)