Thanksgiving

I'm back in NY for the first time in almost 5 months (which is not that long) since I first left for LA. Coming back home and unwinding has helped me remember what it is "I do." By that I mean, I remember why I became an artist. I know what I'm good at but for some reason I refuse to just do that every day till I die. Sure, it sounds healthy to break away from what's comfortable...but sometimes you're away from it for so long that you ask yourself, "Why do I do this?"

I could openly rant about my personal life for an entire book catalog but I'll just post a drawing instead. I think I'm going to start uploading pencil/sharpie drawings.