been thinking too much about the dusty in my life. i’m working on letting go & healing after dropping my anger shield.
thank god i don’t have to also deal with cannibals & zombies.
i’m sending off the bits & parts that will hopefully become confusion perfume & other neurotic comics published by tara caribou’s raw earth ink.
i guess i will be re posting all of the moses jones pages next? y’all ready for that? maybe i’ll hook a publisher for it as well….
i also need to try again at the sustainable arts foundation award for artists & writers with children. it opens on february 1st. i am thinking i am going to submit my latest pages of moses jones.
meanwhile, here are some sheep fingers for you to enjoy…they are good with ketchup.
the free store i started is a month old now. it is packed full of goodies. so many awesome people donating.
i have only noticed one problem.
all the accolades i have been receiving have triggered my impostor syndrome & sent me into some serious dark & downward spirals.
like when people tell me i’m doing a good thing, i feel like i am somehow fooling them.
when one woman said, “way to pay it forward,” i flinched. of course, for me it is not about karma. it is about giving the people what they need; keeping crap out of landfills; putting one over on the man….
but am i a good person for doing it?
i don’t feel like a good person…
then i start to wonder…if my art took off, would i suffer in a similar way? spin out to a dark & devastated place where i fear everyone will realize i am actually a fuck up in sheep’s clothing?
however, i can’t help hoping all the spinning i have been doing will leave me standing still
have i ever felt
i am never going to win
i wail to the moon
a new moon
in the clouds &
trying to renew…
i’m never going
as if this is a game
i have been busy. writing. arting. surviving. i keep on drawing because i do not want to drown in my own emotions.