I actually enjoyed drawing this one, and it shows. Not one drip either! Except for a little scrape of the pen on the corner of the page, which doesn’t bother me. I’m mostly happy with this guy… at least right now. He’s the least stupid thing I’ve drawn so far this month.
Dad said he’s proud of me.
I well up inside at the words.
What the hell is he proud of me for.
And why should it matter?
I’m fucking thirty.
Part of me thinks, oh Dad, I don’t need that anymore.
Part of me thinks, what have I done that’s any good?
Part of me thinks, I really am something, aren’t I.
And part of me deep down
A very early, primal part
Starts jumping up and down and clapping her hands.
I have no success in work
I have no success in art
I have no success in home making
I have no successful mate
I have no success in health or beauty.
I do moderately well in most things.
Proud?
Of me?
Just… generally?
How does a parent think?
Why does he feel proud?
Maybe he’s just happy I turned out okay
Maybe that’s all a good parent really hopes for.
And he was a good parent.
He still is.
A really wonderful parent.
I’m proud of him.
A little tribute to The Addams Family. I penciled first and everything, this is as good as I get.
I have trouble with my new ink. It’s quick drying and glossy and waterproof and I can erase over it, but it gums up my pen, and it’s so DRIPPY. I only dripped on this drawing twice, which led to some awkward corrections but is a great improvement. My previous drawing was a total drippy mess, so I’m just happy I’m getting a better handle on the stuff.
To lose you
Unimaginable
You are half of me.
You are always there.
When I need a laugh,
When I need a cry.
You know me best
You read my heart
You see my soul.
To lose you
Is to lose myself.
A vital organ
Roughly excised
By uncaring reality.
I have confidence in my ability to face anything
Only because you support me.
Nothing scares me
Except
The prospect of life without you
Makes me dizzy with fear.
Yesterday was an eventful day.
His twin hadn’t been there to see it.
He sits on the front step for two hours
Talking to him on the phone.
They sift through the events
Passing the details back
And forth
Until both find common ground
Until each knows
Exactly as much
As the other knows.
Sarah D. Silvey 