I call it: “My art is devoid of meaning but do you have any idea how much they pay me to make this shit?”
or, “How I sold out so I could spend all my money on tattoos and my dog: a love story.”
(Those are my actual tattoos, piercings, and hair color. The others you can’t see are covered up by her clothing but hey, there you go. I figured I’ve drawn at least one self portrait every year since high school for class and I should continue the tradition since I’m now a sell out / art school graduate / commercial artist.)
you guys just don’t know how much I love Marissa.