Jeg arbeider på hvem vaskebjørn egentlig er og fikk låne wacom-tegnebrettet til en kamerat og prøvde fargelegge en av tegningene mine i photoshop (ikke så high-tech som mange av dere dyktige farge-folk! Jeg har ikke tålmodighet nok...). Jeg begynner å oppdage at vaskebjørn er en liten, frekk skapning som kanskje ikke bør få ta styringen i livet mitt. Jeg skrev denne lille teksten om hvem han er:
Raccoon is a bit of a rascal, but a rascal with a conscience (i hope..). He’s self-centered, but only because he truly believes the world was created for him to explore and he believes this with such a childlike honesty that you can hardly hold it against him. What is there is there for him to touch, pick, fumble, grasp, clasp, taste, bite, chew and leave behind when it becomes boring. When he gets on your nerves and you start screaming at him he’ll just look at you with a big questionmark in his eyes and the cutest little face ever and then go back to doing whatever he was doing that made you scream. Though sometimes the screaming is just too noisy and he’ll trail off to do something else somewhere else where it’s quieter and you’ll think that he learned something, but he didn’t.
