I feel a strange compulsion to theorize about last year, the upcoming year… perhaps draw some conclusions and make some personal statements about how I relate to my journey through life and time…
But I think I’ll just draw.
Which leads to the questions:
Why do I find drawing skulls so soothing?
Perhaps it is… ah hell. I have no idea. I just like them.
They’re so profoundly impersonal and yet they are crucial to individuality. I’ve been drawing garlands of them in a Kali inspired new years project. And I like them.
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