(cont'd from yesterday)
I decided to see, several months later, if I might be able to draw humans, but even if it was a simple pose--two midwives talking to each other--not fighting or exchanging objects/forces in any complicated way--I wasn't sure of myself, so I ended up drawing them as mannequins again.
Then in '22, I drew Woodkin asking, "NOT a bongo drum?" when Mike tells him the steak sauce container is not the musical instrument he mistook it to be.
Can't tell by looking at him, but Woodkin is a Softie for babies. Here, he got so taken up with playing with one (sorry; the face got smudged) he forgot completely about his once-treasured ping pong paddle.
Woodkin in Pinocchio's outfit was kinda cute, but when he heard about people's dentists and taxes, he decided he'd rather stay Woodkin and play ping pong than become a real live boy.
That's all. Maybe I 'd fare better leaving matters just as God gave them to me instead of thinking I'd be happy if only I could make them different, you know?
