Fuck this mood I’ve been in for MONTHS where I don’t want to make anything because I don’t know what the point is. There’s no ‘point’ to anything so I might as well make things. 🌳 (at Beacon Hill, Seattle)
Working on a new piece. When I make embroideries, I either am making them just to make them, or they’re gifts. This is the first one I’ve made that I plan to keep for myself. 💀🍷
Two charcoal sketches of meadows on Whidbey island, made with fire pit charcoal.
I edited and revamped the Motivated Poop products on my redbubble page, so now there’s no horrible white background on the tee shirts and bags and such. Plus you can get 20% off! Here’s the motivated poop product page; use the code HERES20.
@edwardunderhill had a dream about me being on a space mission to orbit earth and somehow managing to post plant pictures from space and I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone sum up my true nature so prettily. Floating in space with my plant babies 🚀🌌🌿
Do you remember this little self care guide? I’m really proud because I finally turned it into a zine! They’re not for sale yet but if folks wanna buy em I’ll set something up to do that. 🛁💕I’ve been having a hard time feeling good about my work lately but this comic is one that I feel consistently proud of, so it’s really nice to see it in physical form.
I need some kind of reframe about art. I can’t get out of this story in my head about being a failed artist because I don’t make or share work as often as I should. How do I have fun drawing again?
I saw a post from @lgbt_history on Instagram at a time when I’m already thinking hard about what resistance looks like. This is Fred Korematsu, an American civil rights activist who resisted internment and challenged it in federal court (and eventually won). I’m looking around me for the folks doing what Fred did and how the same kind of resistance looks now in its modern form.
I love drawing the backs of people’s heads on public transit.
Things don’t mean what they mean. Don’t ask me to explain this; I don’t know what it is. I’m just grateful to be drawing.
It’s been a rough month. The good news is, I’m functioning more effectively in my daily life and actually feel pretty galvanized about educating myself in our new (actually very old) and terrifying political climate. The bad news is I would rather do literally anything than pick up a goddamn pencil and make something. So, I’m lowering my bar. New personal goal is to make two or three drawings every week, and if they’re just angry scribbles, then that’s where I’m at.
Inktober day 14 is my brave little orchid (actual size about 6 inches tall).