Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Drawn when I was eighteen or nineteen, in college. I had a rough night out previously. When I got up in the morning, the sun was beating down harshly into my dorm room. I took a look in the mirror, grabbed some computer paper and a ball-point pen, and decided to capture the crap-kicked out of me thing I had going on. It's not a whimsical fantasy drawing, but this is me, in all my disheveled Andy Warhol-resembling glory.