How columbaceous

STORY TIME:

When I was but a wee middle school Krys, figuring out how to draw anything remotely humanoid so I could inflict my contrived skinny white Zelda OCs on the population at large, I would show my deformed creations to my friend's mother whenever I was done scrawling them, since she fancied herself an artist, and I was a glutton for punishment and social rejection even at that tender age. She told me - with remarkable patience for an adult who was neither my parent nor teacher - that I had potential, but that I could do better.

And to prove I had the potential to do better, she went on to tell me, I should draw Garfield - you know, the cat - because, as she put it, if I was really as good at drawing as I thought I was, I should be able to draw Garfield, right? Which made it seem to me as though, in this woman's mind, the ability to draw an iconic fat orange cat constituted some inscrutable metric for artistic success that I had never once conceived of prior to that moment. Incensed by this concept, I promptly dismissed her and her challenge as ridiculous, because I was running on the blind, unearned confidence of youth and thought I knew better.

Anyway, over a full two decades and some change later, I have risen at last to meet her challenge. Unfortunately, her challenge's instructions were unclear, and thus I have drawn Sailor Garfield.

November illustration from an Osamu Tezuka themed calendar, featuring his characters finding The Loch Ness monster. (1976)

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