Staring at my 9 y.o. as he did homework last night. He is stuck and at a loss for words to summarize what he just read.
Reminded me of a time when writing a book report felt like giving birth.
This drawing does not look like my 9 y.o. exactly. I got carried away with the folds in his shirt. Like my running, I am slowly warming up to getting back into drawing. It's not perfect, it's not the best, but it is done.
I'm a day behind posting my drawings since I do them at night and can't take a decent photo of them. Still figuring out how to photograph my drawings. This one was captured using my phone's retro camera app. I have no idea why the right half of it is white. Argh.
(Drawn in pen)
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