
Don’t be with people who make you feel bad about yourself. Ever.

Don’t be with people who make you feel bad about yourself. Ever.

Sometimes the attempt to be cool with things leads you to doing very uncool things.

Parties, bars, even once at OMSI. I get overloaded, I pull out my notebook, and I scratch away at something.

Sometimes my Midwest shows.

Catching up.

Ugh the panels are never the same size and there end up being awkward tangencies and uuuugh. This is way easier.

I suppose a little more context is in order: My family doesn’t know everything about my life or the way I conduct my relationships, so there’s some anxiety that the people close to me will be rejected by them.
But when I left Ohio, I had to explain to my family that I couldn’t live my life in a way that would make them happy. That I had to live in a way that would make me happy. And so I have. And so I do.
I love them. Dearly. But I have to live this life of mine my way.

That feeling when you’re halfway through with an illustration and realize you screwed up and have to start from scratch.

I do try to learn from myself.

Anxiety blows.