I drew this comic last year for the New Frontiers anthology. It’s very intensely personal– but I’m glad I got an excuse to make a piece about these struggles.
The grandmother I mentioned in this comic passed away in December last year. I started this year with her funeral, visiting her house in Brownsville, a city in the Rio Grande Valley: my home by the border. I hold on to a lot of pieces of her life now. I wear her wooden prayer bracelets, I slip my hands into her gloves.
I hope get the hang of the language someday.
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this is my second project for my comic storytelling class in which a human woman gets hired to be a grim reaper.
Cassie
tell me more.
I’d read this series
this is what i imagined the stairs in mystery dungeon were like
remember that period of time where you couldnt go 12 hours without hearing uptown funk
i miss it
I’m so in love with these patterns and colours
i like the idea of adrinette baking sessions (and adrien being the one inviting himself over)
#i dont know what kind of aesthetic this is but i know that i am Digging It
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