There’s one that comes to mind, for a few reasons.

This was at the tail end of when I was collaborating with my mom on all my art projects, which was almost a decade ago now. The idea was “would Ponyo still be obsessed with ham if she became Jewish?”

First off, if this is the peak of your sense of humor, may the heavens have mercy on you. Have a little less shock value, lol.

Second, the drawing process was odd. She was originally going to be dressed from head to toe in one of the traditional outfits, but a part of us questioned both whether she’d be recognizable without her iconic colors and whether it would have been taking it too visually far, as well as being stereotypical (it’s a darn good thing this was the first thing of mine ever discarded). So half-way through that, she had her clothes recolored back to normal, which is why it looks like she’s fulfilling the dress code half-way. The colors and style of the picture, though they would still slightly resemble the kind of art later associated with me (of note, mine and my mom’s art style do resemble each others’, though I have fleshed mine out more), look a lot simpler in terms of how to add contrasting details, like it was Kirby’s Epic Yarn crossed with Dr. Seuss (my art has been compared to both).

Third, an opportunity was missed to do the steamed hams meme.

Yeah, uhm, early me is questionable as a role model.

There are other honorable, or dishonorable, mentions for my worst art as well, namely my Marcus Aurelius drawing…

…a certain early self-portrait (if you knew its history, you’d know why)…

…and this random Oshawott made in the style of snoo.