It's a real year, and these are real stars. Check out their points. I made them, so they're my children (anything you make is a child, legally - make a pie? That's a child!). I'm feeling fuzzy in a lot of ways. It feels like there's a lot of stuff whirling around me. Do I own a lot of socks? Yes. Do I make a lot of drawings? You bet! It seems like there is always a lot to organise. I gotta wash my socks, I gotta put them all in the sock place, I have projects to do (like my illustrated videos for Big Joel, the most incredibly satisfying things to work on), I have places to go! Everything feels large and out of focus, like an old photo, shot strangely, filled with a light leak, fondly remembered.
It feels a little bit like things are spilling out of my hands, but in a good way, like all the ideas are a big pile of laundry I'm scooping up. These are scans I made a month ago, the last thing before I left for Italy, unknowingly to stay inside most of the time, work on one of those illustrated videos, drink wine and watch The Simple Life.
But now it's back to paintings, and having too much stuff in too many drawers, and journals creeping along to completion (they'll get there), and spinning the wheel of fortune on "stuff to make". And making new stars every Wednesday, or whenever.
And, I don't know, listen to this or something.
