Sometimes I get out of the cartooning rhythm. It’s been about two weeks since I posted anything and, while it was nice to take a break, I’m hoping I can get back into it. High five.
This might a catch and release situation.
This cartoon does not describe my current psyche whatsoever…just doodling around with words and was intrigued by this idea.
Is there such a thing as razor PTSD?
It can’t be challenged in there.
Mechanical pencils have it easy.
It’s a soaped-up, watery incline.
Here’s a Thanksgiving cartoon from two years ago, back in the “black and white” days of whiteouts. It was fun to add some color.
Of course, it’s not just the turkeys who need a non-anxious presence these days.