BBQ sauce on my chin and zero shame about it â Ribfest is doing things to me. Want a taste?
BBQ sauce on my chin and zero shame about it â Ribfest is doing things to me. Want a taste?
LASSO just kicked off and I traded my sketchbook for boots and cutoffs â the bass from the main stage is already getting to me. Tell me you wouldn't ditch your plans for this.
Festival Orientalys just opened at the Old Port and I can't decide what's more distracting â the food or the way this dress keeps catching the lantern light. Come find me before I disappear into the crowd.
The DJ just hit their stride and I've got a cold drink and the best spot on the steps. Come find me before the set ends.
Twenty thousand steps in this heat and I'm standing in my kitchen in the smallest top I own, chugging water like it's going to save my life. You should see what the sun did to me.
The whole crowd is holding its breath over a deuce and I'm sitting here in the sun half-zoned out, sketching shoulders and backhands between points. You'd probably distract me even more if you were sitting next to me.
The murals from Under Pressure are still living in my head and I can't sleep, so here I am on the fire escape with my sketchbook and the whole quiet city. Anyone else still awake and not ready for Monday?
Thousands of cosplayers at Otakuthon and I'm the one sitting cross-legged on the floor with my sketchbook, stealing everyone's look. Some of these people are walking masterpieces. Who should I draw next?
Came home from Little Italy with Italian music still in my blood and my hands wouldn't behave. Want to see what happened next?
I went out for a walk to clear my head and ended up standing in front of this massive teepee in the Quartier des Spectacles, completely mesmerized. My sketchbook is going to eat this up. Sometimes the city hands you exactly what you didn't know you needed.