He must be growing up. Unlike most of his pencil drawings these days, there’s not a single zombie on it.
Notice how this elaborate piece of space rock is being propelled from an apparent star explosion, resulting in a quasar. I should ask him what the burped star is supposed to represent.
Who knows? Maybe zombies are evolving slowly on this blob of debris, hurling towards earth at break-neck speed, destined to perpetuate a full-on zombie apocalypse by December 20, 3512. Only time will tell.
Or maybe it’s just a rock.
…and this post from 2013, post-remodel.
I sure am glad that’s all over!
No one is more surprised than Mom and Dad when their child gets a blue ribbon for something which he gave minimal effort. At DirtNKids, anything labeled “project” — especially one which requires thought and planning, check lists and font-typing — elicits grunts and groans. Projects, fun or no, really cut into the free time.
This is one of my favorite drawings that my son whipped up one morning while I stood bitching about the empty coffee pot, waiting for what seemed like an eternity for the crack-caffeine to drip out. He showed it to me and promptly threw it in the trash as another random scribbling (there are many).
I practically dove into the bin. I smoothed the wrinkles, scanned it for the archive, and added it to the ever-growing pile of his other ‘masterpieces.’
It’s such a loving, adoring portrait of his mother before she’s had her morning cup of coffee. Wouldn’t you say so?