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THAT MOMENT WHEN…

… you realize it’s finally October but as a matter of fact, it is already about halfway-thru October.

 

Well then.

 

I looked at the calendar today and it hit me.  I had alone time set up, I went to pull out my pens and set up my camera and then… I broke my fucking tripod.  Like literally broke it.  Like hulk broke it.  Like the screw that was holding the thing to the thing completely broke off.  So now I have to figure out something else.

Jeez the past couple of months have been rough and dry like granite sandpaper when it comes to producing anything.  I think this has mostly to do with work exhaustion (and the neverending springtime that global warming has brought us… terrible for earth, good for ice cream business. Heh.) and social anxiety and my ever-present general malaise. But if you’ve followed me for any time you know it’s feast or famine round these parts.

My desk is a royal mess.  I have artwork floating about town and don’t know when to pick it up.  Life is wild.  Everything is terrible.  There’s a presidential election.  I want this year to end.

I DID manage to register to vote.  And I reckon I’m gonna vote.  And I’m gonna complain SO SO MUCH.  (Mind you. I don’t believe that folks who don’t or can’t vote can’t complain.  But I’m riding that fucking ticket, yes siree bob.)

 

SO here are some of my goals for the next little bit:

-GET A NEW DESK TRIPOD I FUCKIN RECKON

-produce/film SOMETHING of ink for fucking Inktober which I had the goal of fully doing but haven’t done shit for bc I suck at life

-Freshen up my altar for Samhain

-Take a god damn vacation

-visit Tennessee

-update my tarot blog (which I would link to but it’s so sparse. fuck it it’s http://www.mountainwitchtarot.com if you’re curious.)

-Send that shit to those people in Canada that I was supposed to send like literally years ago before my life melted into a lava pit of weirdness. For the love of sweet bb Jesus.  Just put that shit in the mail.

 

Ok that’s enough goals.  Also I got a car. Life isn’t terrible, my mental health and physical shit are.  But I’m trying to steadily plow gayly forward.  For now I need to go to the co-op in my pj’s and buy milk.

Love y’all, see ya soon.  ❤

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The Earth is On Fire, I’m a Hermit, Here’s a Drawing.

Greetings and permutations.

I’ll post the drawing stuff first, because that’s the pretty-shiny thing.

 

First, a collage of the process:

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As you can see, I’ve done my first little illustration tarot card thing. Here’s an animation, because I like them/think they’re cute:

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Here’s a nifty hi-res image of the finished product.  THO this is not the final scan.  I plan on cutting this out of the art paper and probably mounting it to a board or something, or gluing some kind of backing to it to make it into something more sturdy.  Idk BUTTTT I am planning on listing it in my etsy store as soon as I have a more manageable scan (the dark edges made getting a clean scan difficult because of the shape of the image, blah blah I’m still working on it. ) Also I’m not sure that this is actually the *final* design? It’s definitely the direction I want to go in but I might do a larger version.  Still idk.  I like how rough it looks but it’s a bit asymmetrical so .

Anyways here it is:

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Touching on the other above listed points:

  1. That of the Earth being on fire:  I mean, I can’t speak for much more than the region that I live in, which is the southeastern United States, but it’s hot as fuck. Hot as gross sweaty balls.  Hot beyond.  And so work has been busy. And there’s so much pain, there’s been so much pain and anguish all summer long, socially and culturally and just even physically and materially in my own life.   And so I have been exhausted by the heat and by the work and the pains and by social anxiety.  Which brings me to my next point.
  2. On being a hermit: (I’ll probably touch more on my interpretation of the Hermit Tarot figure in a post on a different blog but) I mean it basically is what it is. I like to be alone, I like to be at home in my cave where my comforts and my creatures dwell.  I like to think and read and do intellectual exercises and make things of my own accord/volition.  I partly feel this way because, no shit Sherlock, social anxiety/agoraphobia????ish? I’ve not got a formal dx of that and my own anxiety has more to do with crowds and I know that’s a thing with it’s own name but it eludes me and honestly I can spend months going nowhere but to my job and my house. And it doesn’t feel very right or healthy all the time.   But also I’m alienated due to sexuality, social class, and size, and I find that in groups I have to scream to be heard and I was into that for a number of years and now I seem to have a permanent laryngitis and so.  Hermit life it is.

SO! That’s my end-of-summer (DEAR FOR THE LOVE OF FUCKING CRISPY CHRIST PLEASE LET IT BE OVER SOON) update.  Love y’all and hope you’re well!  Still promise to one day have more coherent thoughts on relevant things but till then you’re stuck with the art and the navel-lint.  Happy Sunday night 😀

 

P.S. ALSO some of my art got accepted into a local show (two of the pieces I have featured in speedpainting videos!!!) and I’ll be posting like super soon about that.