I sketched this in a coffee shop using a borrowed pen, after realizing i’d forgotten all of my work supplies. I felt REAL DUMB but this made me feel better (classic).
It was rejected from the New Yorker but I made it anyway with the intention of fitting into the art show. I couldn’t find a spot for it in the end. But I like it! <3
I may turn this into a print in 2025 (and will finally open up zine sales to paid subscribers!) 👀
xo Zoe
and as always:
OMG zines sales… yes yes yes 🙌🤗❤️
Love