This year I am ACTUALLY GOING TO DO IT. I am ACTUALLY going to have some of these printed as cards. This one, which I posted previously, obviously for anyone from Hopkins:

And this one for friends, I suppose. Not so much parents or professors! I feel like I'm renegging on my professed feminism by posting this, or even having drawn it in the first place...but perhaps the most ultimately feminist thing to do is draw whatever the heck I want, and give it as a Christmas card.

More of my attempts to do a comic (almost) daily as a journalistic thing. These two are from the day I got an interview on a Cardiac Evaluation Unit (going to be working on a Neuro unit it turns out, which I prefer, but this was my first interview) and immediately went into overdrive studying heart pathophys. Of course, for me, "studying" often turns into "drawing elaborate diagrams" and then further devolves into just plain drawing.
I think, of everything I've drawn, this is the most worthy of becoming a tattoo:

All my energy has been going into sewing projects, so here is another old drawing...As I recall I did it during a particularly boring School of Nursing lecture in the last semester over the summer.

This isn't a drawing or painting, but I made it, so it can go here. I was inspired by some wired-lined scarf/turbans posted by Garance Dore on her blog, from a Vogue Brasil photoshoot.

You can't tell in the photo but the stitching is kind of big and lumpy; I might do another one since this was a "rough draft". The funny thing is, I chose my "ugliest" silk oblong to experiment on and I ended up kind of loving the big clashing check pattern.

Sometimes my journal takes the form of comics or drawings...a lot of the time they are too personal to share, and a lot of the time (this is true here I think) they are sort of incomprehensible to anyone but me, sort of like inside jokes with myself. For a while I was trying to do a comic a day, since I write journal almost every day, but I didn't manage it. Still, I've got a few tracking my most recent dating dramas and job application adventures.

One of the challenges I find in this kind of comic-as-journal thing is to drawing something OTHER than just pictures of myself, with words narrating my thoughts. 

Here are two doodles from when I was hurricane'd in.

I made a thank-you card for my advisor, who is head of OB at the school of nursing and also directed the doula program (so, a total women's health/labor and delivery/neonatal buff).

I get in these moods where doing lots of little fiddly details is satisfying so stuff comes out looking real Victorian. Like these trains. Which I drew on a train, incidentally.

I've started scanning my drawings instead of photographing them. It looks soOOOoooOOOoo much better!