Time Aren't Real

Doing a blog post sometimes feels like tidying. I guess it can be like decluttering your thoughts, or just like with making lists and diary entries it's like you're just putting them somewhere outside your own head. It's a nice feeling.

It's spring time, and I keep being shocked by the presence of so many Easter eggs in the shops. I wasn't ready for this time. I'm in some kind of timeless bubble in my head where it can't possibly be almost Easter. I feel like time has stood still for at least six months. Maybe I'm a 500 year old time freezing witch and I'm just not fully conscious of it. It's possible.

Things feel good though. I mean maybe this timeless feelings is because so many things have been there to fill the time. It's all jumbled into one pile of things. I've met new people, I've been animating a whole bunch of stuff, and writing and making videos with people. There's a freedom inside all this stuff. All this great and fun stuff.

Here's Jenny Nicholson and her Big Porg. Look at them. A perfect family.

The other day I was looking at some dresses. I very foolishly perused the Topshop sale items (and H&M because, of course) and found some stuff I thought was cute, so to relinquish my desire to GET CLOTHES I'm gonna post them here. Check 'em out:

1. H&M Mesh Dress | 2. Topshop Button Midi Dress | 3. Topshop Check Pinafore Dress

Which one is the best? I'm getting the second one tbh and no one can stop me, but if not stopped I will obtain all dresses in existence, so at some point I have to be stopped.

Anyway, here's frog:

WOW HELLO

Here are some strange little paintings. They are coming to haunt you. I think my scanner is scanning them a little darker than before. They're lurking in their own shadows. The darkness is nice in its own way though.

Paint is a glorious little mess as always, and I may have lost 90% of my hand-eye coordination the moment I picked up my paintbrush, but no god or mortal can stop me. You know, like it's good to make these pure and thoughtless things. Find them under pillows or just crumpled and folded in all my drawers, stuffed in the clear plastic folders getting plump from too many paintings.

They're a fun and haphazard kind of nonsense creativity, is my point. And I miss posting them here in all their chaos. Painting feels like a sleepy thing to do right now. Like I can't really think or concentrate when I'm doing it. I can't really focus on my movements too much. It's nice to lean into that feeling and make hazy things. Lazy shapes.

This is my favourite picture though. The little bear on the ground. A small perfect thing. And lumpy, happy surprise. There he is! A little creature! Ain't nothing more blissful.

I guess my thoughts are kinda hazy right now too. Everything feels sleepy and tired. It rained a lot the other day, and it was suddenly cold again. I've been drawing in pencil and enjoying the texture. Something about it feels simple and almost grounding. Maybe I'll write some posts here that are more like stream of consciousness diary entries again in future. I don't need to think to come here and just enjoy the sense of pressing keys and hearing their pleasing tapping sounds.

It's nice to think out loud, and paint out loud, and have vague memories of things come with all those rambly words and muddy shapes.

Here's a little tissue paper boy. My sweet son. I love him the most. Look at him. He's so happy. I love that boy!

Happy Little Blobs

A while ago I made a weird little painted animation, and I've had these scans of the frames sitting on my computer since then, so I thought I'd post them. It's kinda cool to see them all together like this. Maybe they're really better in this form. All huddled together like a little collection of bugs, or a neatly arranged aerial photograph of all the receipts you just took out of your bag.

It's a nice little neatness looking at them all together. You can see how the colours gently fade into each other. It's interesting to look at and think about all the individual frames of an animation. You're really stopping time. But maybe even better is that they're all together on one page like this. Huddled close. Maybe I should have never separated them at all.

I was planning on drawing over them in pencil, but in the end I just decided to leave them blank. Simple paint blobs. Happy little blobs. Sometimes it's good to simply make a blob sacred.

Any kind of little mess can be perfect.