This was drawn in the midst of a panic attack, and it shows a certain amount of mania, I think. Lots of squiggly lines and tangential oddity, very short attention span. The baby looks sort of ridiculous, there are a lot of things I still, to be honest, don’t know how to draw, but that’s okay. My personal interpretation of this image is that it’s about a bit of a father and son disconnect. In Savannah I had little contact with either of my parents for years, and I had reconnected with my mother when I drew this, but my father was still out there in the unknown.

My dad also used to be notorious for drawing trees. Big elaborate trees with no leaves, just a bunch of scraggly tiny branches. It must have been some sort of meditation for him. I never got into tht, but I did a sort of cartoon tree growing from the belly of this skinny beast.

The man in this image strongly resembles my oldest known childhood drawing, which my mother insisted was very much like a Picasso. I was never so sure about that, but it was flattering.

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