Maudlin, 2

The more the day went on, the worse things got. Definitely not the best beginning to a new year. I let instincts run this drawing, letting it become whatever it wanted. It went through several revisions of arms and body parts, and an unending evolution of the costume. It didn't matter. I'm really preoccupied with emotional matters, so I was happy to draw on automatic pilot, distracted and essentially doodling. A few tears later (yeah, don't ask), I just drew what came to my hand, not even my mind, and it feels a little better. This is the part I like best so far, not that it won't change even further. We'll see.