So I went to a park and sat under some tall trees on a hill with a view of the bustling metropolis that is portland. One would think that that would have influenced what I drew whilst sitting there. There is a tree I suppose. Sort of. I finished the picture in yet another coffeeshop and was reminded of my brother and his Nipponese adventures, while that was happening I drew a skewed man thing holding a tray with a baby on it that has probably been rendered indecipherable by shoddy lighting. There is always the feeling that if I had the concentration and attention to fill up the rest of the page, or at least the guts to aggressively crop the picture it would suddenly transform into something aside from the exercise in shading and random forms that is seems to me to be.