A portrait of my boy once a week, every week, in 2015.
Messy homes make happy hearts, or so I hear. I work at home and stay with Odin full time so keeping tidy isn’t normally at the top of the list. It comes in waves and having a very tiny apartment helps (sort of). As quickly as we clean, our little home gets messy again- but hey, I’ve got better things to worry about like swordfighting with sticks from the yard with a pirate trying to commandeer said tiny apartment. This boy is so wonderful and seeing him dressed like a little boy I created in an illustration made in college was almost surreal. Like I had already known him before the thought of him came into my mind, maybe he’s always been there- waiting to come to me (who knows?).