The second sketch but first real self-portrait in a new sketchbook that's the same dimensions as my oldest, firstest real one. Drawing again felt like being truly home, home in a sketchbook I started in 2006. I like how old things are feeling like home now artistically, furristically.

A lot of this is too personal, doesn't need to said. I needed to draw me. I was so shook up that I forgot about the rules, and drew me as this. I'm slinky. That's a long neck and shoulder. No rules. Too bad you can't see the iridescent ink well.