This was from the day of the Women's March on Washington. We had woken up at 6am (which was really 3am for all of us) and stood for 5 hours at the National Mall, listening to amazing women (and men) speak, and then we marched to the White House. The energy was incredible, and despite being exhausted I managed to make my daily art on a couple of bar napkins with a pen borrowed from the host stand.
If there's one thing I've learned from this project, it's that there is NO WAY IN HELL Trump's getting anything from me. You can count on that.