I was thinking yesterday morning about how we don’t notice the addition of something new as much as we notice the absence of something familiar. Or perhaps I’m projecting? It’s possible that it’s reversed for most other people. Here’s a scene from this Sunday the 15th, drawn within one mass, back in Jackson, my hometown. I’m also throwing in something that happened in about a minute while I was messing around with a new kind of marker. I’d hate for all of the millions of my fans who read every post on this website to think I only use pencil these days.
