Self-Pity
Oh man. Coming off a stomach flu, just when I had the dentist out of the way. I should retitle this the "Blog of Self-Pity" and then see my viewer numbers go through the roof. Actually, I don't have a counter on this, which is all right, because I don't want to know how many are actually looking at it. Nevertheless I'm still going to post.
These are a couple of portraits of people I shared the waiting room at the CLSC (Quebec Gov't med clinic) the other day. One is the moustache guy with ball cap and scary eyes, the other was the junkie girl, who was asleep -- not dead -- when I drew her. Otherwise, she was pretty hopped up, pacing around, cursing and being dramatic.
Felt much better yesterday, and hung out in a park, after buying a new book (rare for me, I usually buy used, or take them out from the library) The R. Crumb Handbook. Here's a picture of play equipment, and one of the middle-aged women who walked through the park:
These are a couple of portraits of people I shared the waiting room at the CLSC (Quebec Gov't med clinic) the other day. One is the moustache guy with ball cap and scary eyes, the other was the junkie girl, who was asleep -- not dead -- when I drew her. Otherwise, she was pretty hopped up, pacing around, cursing and being dramatic.
Felt much better yesterday, and hung out in a park, after buying a new book (rare for me, I usually buy used, or take them out from the library) The R. Crumb Handbook. Here's a picture of play equipment, and one of the middle-aged women who walked through the park:
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