Scraps

This self-portrait was drawn in a more confident time, when I managed to survive an epidemic of the flu. I was forced to live in close quarters with the plague for a weekend, and let me tell you, this drawing is not an exaggeration of the lengths I went to stay alive.

But I let my guard down in March, thinking I was safe, and caught a nasty cold that reminded me that it wasn’t spring yet. To give you an indication of my weekend, I chapstick-ed my nose.