Constantly Denimed

I didn’t really intend to write anything about this drawing, but once I took the reference photos I was far too involved to avoid seeing what takes place over there, in that other world, where that Me exists with that Him, and they’re having all the fun while I sit here and write about it like a ghost trapped in a one-way mirror.

I always draw the tiny man much larger than he really is. In the story, his spread—from shoulder to shoulder—doesn’t equal the width of that center seam running from top to bottom in the drawing. It’s easier to draw him this way, though in that reality I’d be busy shrinking him again, and again, until he attains the perfect size. One day, when the things I write become a reality, this story will also come to be.

Denimed – 3