Tasmanian Devil
“Right,” I said as I nodded in affirmation. My head and heart felt very heavy all of the sudden.
“Aw, I wish I were a cartoon,” he said walking back to the bathroom, brushing his teeth along the way.
I suppose that’s why we haven’t watched Looney Tunes together yet. They are so violent. But at least he’s old enough now to understand the difference between real people and cartoons. I was happy to hear that.
I tried very hard to focus during this one and I believe it’s one of my best drawings. Doing so well boosted my spirits in spite of my sniffles. When I look at this one, I feel proud of my abilities and am immediately taken back to second grade. There was a kid at school who could draw the Smurfs and the entire Smurf village to perfection. He would draw them for other kids. Some even gave him money. I always wanted one of his drawings. I was so amazed at how effortlessly he drew the lines and how at some point during the process the character lifted off the page and came to life. I marvel with that same feeling on days like today when the drawing that I’m creating comes alive as the primary characteristics of the character is drawn.
