This feels a little off. My favourite red pencil is falling apart and it seems every other stroke I make with my pen tears a hole in this dreadful paper. Unfortunately I lack the expendable funds to buy anything nicer. Maybe it’s time to start drawing on the walls!
I drew this the other day. I got confused while doing the line work so it ended up making even less sense than intended. I think I would get really confused all the time if I had that many arms. I would probably slam my fingers in the door with embarrassing frequency.
This is my animal. His name is Pomegranate. He’s named after Salvador Dali’s painting “Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee Around a Pomegranate a Second Before Awakening”, but I often neglect to tell people that little detail because it sounds kind of pretentious. He’s the best dog, though. At the moment I’m teaching him how to appropriately give and receive high-fives.
As a child I used to play with plastacine a lot. I crafted a whole little city out of the stuff, which covered most of my bedroom between 1999 and 2002, after which it began to creep out into the living room, like a technicolour infestation, much to the turmoil of my mother (and the carpet). The city even had a local fast food chain (I called it “Snail Burger”) and radio station. All the important stuff. I really wish I had a picture or a recording of it lying around but I got rid of the whole thing in some weird pre-pubescent attempt to be more “mature”. I wish I hadn’t.
There’s a mountain of cardboard hogging space in our courtyard right now. Today my boyfriend and I tried to make use of it with a whole lotta paint and a little bit of apple tobacco. Next time we’re making a fort.
