Pit. Of. Despair.

Things suck in my head right now.  It's not a good place to be.  As a scientific experiment it would be interesting to paint a new self-portrait, but it would need to be larger than life and I don't have enough room.  And I'm not sure how to adequately portray situational hopelessness.  Would that be a special glaze?  A matte-finish varnish?

So here is something I drew a hundred million years ago.  It's not quite a self-portrait.  I call her my superhero alter ego.  Her name is Ping Pow.

I never decided what her super powers are, but for right now she is concentrating on perseverance.  There is some acceptance, but mostly perseverance.  And yes, both of those things are super powers.  Trust me.