I received my walking papers yesterday by the job. Economic downturn, cuts, etc. Wasn’t a complete surprise: pull out your exit strategy when the boss casually asks you whether and where the project you’re working on is backed up.
So I did the cardboard box shuffle and quickly emptied my office and got away. While I was doing a couple miles on the elliptical after I got home I looked over and saw this charcoal piece the boy did a year or two ago in school. We’ve been meaning to hang it but haven’t gotten to it.
I really love the dark drama of his lines and his sense of humor. I had a chuckle to myself thinking that “The McGlinch Was Catapulted”.
I’ll keep plugging away on drawings while I look for a bridge to rebuild.