i have done a rough of page three, episode three…working title “homicidal mama.”
look at me go.
it’s not easy killing off dusty. just yesterday i looked at old pictures of my dusty…and felt that same tug inside me. and today watching season two of “broadchurch” and seeing the relationship between lee & claire and knowing that like that fictitious relationship…dusty is a drug to me….
i have to kill him off.
i’m sure you understand, dear reader.
but i think all my art therapy is doing me some good. the minions are gone for the week and i’ve doused my hair with manic panic and have somehow tapped into younger me. so she & i are hanging out.
it’s all good.
holy crap, i sure don’t look 48 in this selfie.
younger me can come & hang out more often…as long as she behaves…ish.
in efforts to stay true to my art
& to myself
i have adopted the mantra
“what would van gogh do?”
…now i find myself wanting
to have drunken fights with other artists
losing body parts
& giving them away
to ones i love.
fuck mainstream comics. fuck “real” art. fuck convention. fuck fitting in. fuck it all. i am what i am.
i want to go back to a more raw appearance for moses jones. back to when she was just a prototype
back before i was trying to make her look like the world tells me she is supposed to look. i want my mojo to be rough & raw & ready to fight zombies.
ps. this was the last page of my journal. year of the dog, y’all. new things to come!
like any good unschooling mother
i am very busy watching doctor who
with my minions.
we are up to series five
in the middle of a binge fest
and i can’t seem to get away
to finish this drawing.
the minions are leaving tomorrow
for a week
to be with dusty in wisconsin.
i am super sad
and i don’t know what i will do without them
and i am looking forward
in between the missing them
so we have to watch doctor who
because i will have all the time in the world
to finish this drawing
and i don’t know how
to feel about that….