Found my very first sketchbook. I really liked this. Was thinking about bringing it in Illustrator, maybe turning it to a t-shirt.
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Found my very first sketchbook. I really liked this. Was thinking about bringing it in Illustrator, maybe turning it to a t-shirt.
So today I fell down once again. I fell backwards and hit the back of my head. No blood but a bump. It took me over an hour to get back up onto the couch. I'm laying here, on the couch, as I write this. It happened about an hour ago. The bump hurts. But not as much as the ego. Now I should try to get up and go be productive. Fuck multiple sclerosis.
Dug this guy out of an old sketch stash. Cardboard never judged me.
Haven’t drawn in a while. Between the MS, the fatigue, the pharmacy running out of what keeps me from collapsing, and the usual tag‑team of depression and life. Yeah, the pencil got heavy.
Feels like I’ve been living in grayscale for too long.
This one started as a warm‑up sketch, but it ended up looking more like an x‑ray of my mood. Tired, stubborn, still trying to hold a shape while everything keeps melting.
There’s frustration in those lines, a bit of sarcasm too.
Because what else can you do when your body and brain both decide to be unreliable narrators?
Anyway, this is me. Not the “inspirational comeback story” version.
Just the version that’s still here, still drawing, even if it’s only once in a blue moon.
A shaky line still counts.
Shoutout to my pharmacy for running out of the one thing keeping me from becoming a sentient couch stain. No meds = no energy. No energy = brain soup. No plan = anxiety party, and guess who RSVP’d first? That’s right, Fear. She brought snacks.
Thinking is a luxury now. I go to do one thing, forget why, stand in place like an unplugged Roomba, and somehow end up eating cereal at 3pm wondering if this is my villain origin story or just another Wednesday.
Physically? I’m cooked. Emotionally? I'm scared—not in the dramatic horror movie way. More like, “what if this doesn’t get better” scared. The kind of fear you carry in your spine while smiling at strangers.
Still here though. Still drawing. Still sarcastic. Still wearing this invisible crown like it means something.
So there's is this girl online whom I have never met but her drawing are so cute.
I think...I'm in lesbian with her .
https://www.instagram.com/
Delivered in discreet packaging my ass.
I've been obsessed with girls eating doughnuts for some reason.
Ankle strengthening
Plantar fasciitis stretch
Dorsiflexion Stretch
Ankle alphabet
Single leg balance
Bear ankle press
Heel/toe walk
Ankle mobility
Calf raise/standing heel raise
Not pictured
Dice grab
Duck walk
If I make a drawing and don't post it on social media is it art?
Hey, stellar souls! Lately, I’ve been a solo operator on the grand spaceship called life. Not that I minded, I have always been a one-man-band kinda fella. But recently, feels like I’m belting ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ solo at karaoke... where's the fun in that?
Confused? Me? Not sure, but I'll let Einstein do the math. It could be my MS, or maybe I'm just dipping my toes into the candid craziness of the "Getting Old" club. They promised me cookies... I'm still waiting.
So, one of my witty buddies suggested, in a burst of wisdom rivaling that of Socrates, "Get one of those 'companionship' dolls!". Huh! Now, this (weird) lark has made a nest in my brain and is refusing to fly away. No, I didn't order a Japanese robot maid...yet. But if any of you are getting rid of those Transformers toys, I'm accepting donations – at least, they can turn into a truck.
I needed to read this today and somehow it found me.
Spent a sleepless night crafting this 3D model of a strange woman? Excelled my imagination via #ZBrush. Still tweaking, but can't wait to share the final form!