Ink and watercolour on paper, 8×10
I like this guy. I like how casually he has his hands in his pockets, and I like that he seems completely comfortable with the caption. This is one of those drawings that I finished and knew I would keep. That happens sometimes.
I asked Doug to bring this home one day to my parents’ place to take a photograph of it, because I foolishly framed this drawing prior to scanning it, and was going to be there for a while. My parents hung it on the wall.
“She didn’t notice.”
“Hm? Hello. Didn’t notice what?”
“I told you she wouldn’t notice.”
“Dad, I just walked in the door. What haven’t I noticed?”
Then my father cackled. It is so endearing when he is this kind of amused.
Unfortunately, I had no intention of giving Boris away to anyone, and my parents eventually grew attached, because I took a lo-o-o-o-ong time to finally take a picture of this drawing. I provided them with Fenwick the elephant, who has now grown on both of them. But for weeks they spoke of Boris often, as an old friend.
“I miss Boris.”