Sometimes mark-making on a piece of paper takes over. I don't have much control when that happens. There's no override switch. Clearly it's psychological. In this case I know the impulse was driven by malignant loathing. It's not a real attempt at caricature. It bears no resemblance to you-know-who. But what can I do? The brush was in my hand, and I couldn't stop until my weird fucked-up brain told me I was allowed to stop. Now there's this fuckin' horror marring a perfectly usable sketchbook. Makes me want to apologize to the brush I used. I should mail it to someone and get it out of my house.
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