A short comic I drew right when I first arrived in France.
I think in order to delay the realization that I was the furthest from my “life” I had ever been before, I immediately started working. Drawing is the biggest comfort blanket in my life and no matter what it is, whether its a break up, hospital visit, dropped ice cream cone, I just draw. And watch Golden Girls.
And I still haven’t used my oven. Throwing a lit match into an oven and risking death by gas explosion seems like asking too much to cook a frozen pizza. I like limbs thank you very much.