just a grasshopper, that I drew for my dear, sweet mother.

Posted by resonanteye on 10/04/2011

You haven’t truly lived unless you’ve made your mother cry, worry that you’ve been arrested, wonder where you live for a while, and then cry some more. It’s just what happens when your life is full and exciting.

My mom likes grasshoppers, ducks, and flowers. Now that I’m not a teenage anarchist heathen in her house we get along really well.

We disagree on a lot but she’s one of those people that really does want to do good; her heart is in the right place, and I think mine is too.  I miss her; my family is on the opposite coast so I don’t get to see them very often.

This is just a little prismacolor drawing.

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