While we breathe, we hope
I excitedly called handfuls of friends when Obama won my old home swing state of Ohio. By the time he won my new swing state of Nevada, there was no way for him not to win the election. Still, when he was officially elected, I cried. I also cried during his acceptance speech and at a simple picture of him with the words "Mr. President" below it. I was a strong Obama supporter from way back, but I didn't think I'd be this emotional about his election. I feel relieved. Excited. Hopeful.
The only rain on this amazing parade is that Proposition 8 passed in California, banning gay marriage. It's amazing to think that even with this historic election, we can get fearful of something as simple as love.
Enough politics - I need to let silence do the talking. I drew this scribble while waiting in line to vote. It has little, if anything, to do with the election or Obama, but it reminds me of how hard it is to stand and draw. Enjoy.
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2. If I look at him long enough, I can imagine what he'd look like without those gigantic lips. He'd have a huge, happy, open mouth. I think I like him better that way.
3. I like how you scribbled a bit of color for his shirt instead of filling it all in. That's a cool technique.
I started crying when I heard the national anthem singer on the radio. Then I cried again this morning when I saw the front pages of all the newspapers in the vending machines along the sidewalk.
I really like the warmth of the expression in the eyes of the drawing. I also really like the title.
Glad you like the scribble as well!
2. Maybe.
3. The shirt is one of my favorite parts. My old pencils were too smeary to do that. These are nice and crisp.
My drawings haven't been going so well lately. I've been all bunged up about work that my scribbles have been sort of sucking. This is the first thing I've made in weeks that I don't hate - and I'm only lukewarm about him. I agree, though, his eyes (especially the left one) are two of my favorite parts.