I often remember some aspect of each cartoon pinup I sketch.
A glimse of an alternate reality as distorted by my own mundane perception, a sight, a smell, the sound of thunder and the might of lightning splitting a tree in the backyard.
With this one, however, there’s nothing?
No peripheral memories are connecting with the drawing.

But yet, it is in my archive.
And here it is, again.
I will title it “Memento!”

Love
Matt