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Hey guys! I know I was gone all summer and left you all alone and scared in a box on the corner of the street, but I'm back with love, and a semi-serious piece for once.

This is... a self portrait of sorts? It started as a warm-up drawing since I went three months without a tablet (it took some getting used to again XD) and turned into something I recognized pretty quick as something personal. I've always had a sort of Stockholm Syndrome with my mother-- she is both the greatest person I've ever met and my hero I always wanted to become, and the person who became consumed by her demons and turned into the person she always told me to never become. Last spring I got into smoking hooka (something I have since let go of and will probably never do again once I move in November,) and my ex roomate got pretty upset with me about it. I mean, I'm the one who's always been so against smoking, right? (actually it's mostly just cigarettes in general) and I was always the friend who kept everyone in line and together. She saw what it was, though. I was... kind of chasing that image of my mom I've always wanted to be and still struggle with to this day. Eventually it became every time we would sit down around a hooka (which is, by the way, flavored tobacco) I would just hear ((chasing your mom)) IN my head over and over and now I can't stand it.

Shame (c) lazy-lil-king 2014

Buy the print to help fund my next food intake!

Description
Hey guys! I know I was gone all summer and left you all alone and scared in a box on the corner of the street, but I'm back with love, and a semi-serious piece for once.

This is... a self portrait of sorts? It started as a warm-up drawing since I went three months without a tablet (it took some getting used to again XD) and turned into something I recognized pretty quick as something personal. I've always had a sort of Stockholm Syndrome with my mother-- she is both the greatest person I've ever met and my hero I always wanted to become, and the person who became consumed by her demons and turned into the person she always told me to never become. Last spring I got into smoking hooka (something I have since let go of and will probably never do again once I move in November,) and my ex roomate got pretty upset with me about it. I mean, I'm the one who's always been so against smoking, right? (actually it's mostly just cigarettes in general) and I was always the friend who kept everyone in line and together. She saw what it was, though. I was... kind of chasing that image of my mom I've always wanted to be and still struggle with to this day. Eventually it became every time we would sit down around a hooka (which is, by the way, flavored tobacco) I would just hear ((chasing your mom)) IN my head over and over and now I can't stand it.

Shame (c) lazy-lil-king 2014

Buy the print to help fund my next food intake!