So i am spending a few days at my mother/s. She has a Mac, and i don/t know how to use her keyboard. The keys are all different.

She also has a working scanner, and a fondness for preserving photos, report cards and more importantly, art, that my brother and i created throughout our childhood. I figured why not post a piece of the past here, and share it with you all.

Especially this particular piece. From a very young age, i love making birthday cards or cards for any occasion myself. This one most of all stood out and renewed my faith in myself as an artist, and all around weirdo.

I made this card for my mother/s birthday when i was about 7. It explains a lot about me, for those of you who give me that look now and then, when i say or do something strange.


A look inward.

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