The other night I was flipping through some old sketchbooks and found this little gem. I drew this one night after finishing a big meal. It was one of those not frequent enough get togethers where you sit around the table for an hour or more after the actual meal chit chatting and, in my case, drawing. After awhile my mom realized she was my subject and I’ll never forget what she said. “You’re not drawing me weird, are you?” Yeah, she knows me well.