Last week a friend told me a story about someone who was direly trapped and even though it totally sucked, they cut off their foot to avoid getting killed by a train or something. My friend was trying to illustrate that, while one surely hopes to keep one’s foot and have a happy footful life, it doesn’t always work out that way. But you can still watch a sunset with a foot missing (i.e. my ex and ex-friend, they’re the foot)

So even though other things have been good lately and I’m pretty over this situation, I hate the thought of wasting the work I put into all these illustrations.

So here’s one expanded longy instead of 3 shorties dominating my IG and Substack feeds.

And soon… I’ll post more comics and thoughts and maybe sketchbook pages, maybe even introduce myself in case you don’t know me. xoxo