My dad asked me if I was stuck on an island with only one pen and one sheet of paper, what would I do with it... I told him I’d go insane because every day I’d stare at the page and think “save it for later” “not today. Not yet” “I’ll use it tomorrow. Today would be wasteful” and never do anything with it. He then gave me a red crayon and told me it was my only art supply now and I drew this (I made him draw a bit on here too lolol so in my book this is a collaboration with my dad)












