the continuing saga of a girl & her dog….
i don’t own a smart phone
i can’t do “text speak”
i even use
in every correspondence
even though it takes five minutes
without a keyboard
on my phone.
if you have sent me a dic pic
my phone won’t open
that’s why i haven’t
texted you back.
i used to correspond with a guy who always pictured me as living in the 1800s because of my quirks & lifestyle.
ha! i found this in the shed out back where farm equipment goes to die. you bet your fucking ass i am mowing my multiple acres of lawn with it.
suck on that modern society.
RIP zero-turn mower.
i decided to skip the trip to iowa, saving money that would have been spent on gas & food for the trip. & to work on art commissions that will mean more income.
i know i will get out of this trap i have dug. i know i will.
just not today.
i have written eight art journal pages since last night
eight art journal pages in my new journal
but i have yet to draw me…
i am having a bit of a creep day
(radiohead would understand)
and drawing requires
a more delicate touch
or maybe i will just go with the thick
that are bound to happen when
inking while angsty….
the drawings will come
as i have decided
too many self-portraits.
so stay tuned, my lovelies….
some doodles for those of you who think i’m a one trick pony…haha…i got lots of tricks…i am a tricksey hobbit.
to do list for the week of no minions:
illustrations for another writer’s work
pages of moses jones
self-portrait art journal pages
the invisible exhibitionist
maps! maps! maps!
see? very tricksey