day 17 (friday, sept 24)

Drunk drawing. All the pressure of knowing what to do... I wasn't ready, but didn't want to get behind. What we talked about will happen tomorrow, changing the rhythm within the drawing.


This is what I wrote at the museum.


This is when the neighbor's gas line was leaking, called the fire dept and waited on my porch.




This might actually be my favorite drawing I've done all semester.


I don't actually want to trade in 3 pages of drawing for one page o drawing. But I do think I should write more without complaining.