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Haramore and Patadon made another appearance today. This is not uncommon. They visit me frequently, I just don't talk about them often. I really needed them to be on their way, though, so this drawing happened.

Rest in power, Ruth Bader Ginsberg. I hope we live up to your expectations.

It's been a few days since her passing. It's time to keep fighting for equality for all, liberty for all, and justice for all.

“Today, we say yes to something that looks like us. We say yes to inclusivity. We say yes to broader notions of what it means to be an American.”—Kehinde Wiley on the unveiling of his sculpture, ‘Rumors of War'

Granted, I have no idea what goes on inside the head of any alpaca, sheared or otherwise. This majestic beast, however, was giving off all sorts of possible emotions.

“Johnson Eziefula...is a self-taught artist, who expresses himself in a technique he calls contemporealism—a coinage from contemporary art and hyperrealism....”
 —Okechukwu Uwaezuoke

Kayla May shows us deeply personal iconography in bright colors. She combines not only cartoon and graffiti styles with realism but mixes her mediums as well. This work is colorfully and graphically forceful. Her content bridges the personal and the political. It's fun, and it's hard. Seek her out. It's worth it.

I needed an illustrator today to make sense of the [expletive deleted] nature of the world right now. I found Acetheartist and his Boogie Wrld, where we are encouraged to create our own lane. I have so much respect for this concept and philosophy. It's what I needed. I hope it's what you need, too.

A couple days ago, I learned that a friend from high school died suddenly. All of the people we have in common seem to have been notified, so I think it's okay for me to talk about it here now. No, I'm not going to use her name. I am going to reminisce a bit, though. This will be disjointed and non-chronological, just FYI.

Erica Holloway’s work includes a series of magnificently large and intricately detailed drawings about humanity’s relationship with chaos. They are full of motion and life.

Fowokan's sculptures are sometimes realistic, sometimes stylized, and always alive.

This is a sketchbook entry that I revisit less often than I should. Every few years I write something like this to myself.