It's that time of year again... When I try my hand at being a political cartoonist. Except I'm just too goofy for anything except the local Davis Ballots and Burritos (aka Pancakes & Politics) indy voter guide.
Click on that link with the PDF image, yo!
This creature popped up in my dreams at the end of November. Perhaps it was the month of insomnia that brought him to the surface? After I drew the bear, he disappeared from my dreams. I suppose he just wanted to be acknowledged.
I woke up three times last night, my dreams interrupted by uncompleted items on my daily "to do" list. For that level of disturbance -- you'd think the things on the list would be more critical than "write thank you notes" "buy supplies" and "call portapotty company". Sometimes I think we (as a society) suffer from anxiety because our battles aren't quite as epic as our emotions are. My emotions are so epic -- I need bigger dragons.
Here's a pastel drawing from last winter's vault.
Sometimes I wish I had wings.
But if I did, would I be brave enough to fly? What would I have to give up to soar?