When I was four I used to lie awake at night, brain spinning, as I tried to solve the questions that adults couldn’t, or wouldn’t, answer.
“Everyone has a mother,” I thought. “All the way back to Adam and Eve. They didn’t need a mother because God made them. But who is God’s mother? Who made God?”
“No one,” did not feel like an adequate answer.
I decided I didn’t believe in God.
Then attempted to convince my three year old brother to follow my lead.
1989 (A Love Story):1-7
Updating weekly from Feb 14.
1989 (A Love Story): Part 7
Updating weekly from Feb 14, a picture-based love story set to (some of) the lyrics of
trying out some different things as a break from the big piece i’m working on.
everything else about today’s drawing is frustrating me right now, but not these two 🙂
so who wants to write a picture book with me?
when i was a kid, I built up a fictional version of rural US filled with words like Nevada and Nebraska and with pictures of those
wolf t-shirts people used to wear. this is my attempt to recreate that fictional land.