This drawing has been developing above the urinal in the bathroom I frequent when I arrive at work. Tuesday night, the drawing had just the red lines. I had to resist the urge to pull out my pencil and correct the breasts and give them gravity. Last night, I was surprised by all the additions. She has hair now, though it makes her head too narrow, which is a common mistake less experienced artists make. And she has nipples. And, curiously, she has a penis. That’s why I took a picture. The penis is not pointed at her; it is jutting away from her. So it is hers. Is this an homage to Plato’s Symposium? Proof that Freud was right and young men are obsessed with their mothers’ missing penises? Art created by a lover of transsexuals? Or someone into futanari? Whatever the impulse, I love that she’s coming an angry bird.