BIG STAR, BIG POWER

A few things from recently. Some more bunnies, stars, and flowers. Hanging out, perhaps consuming a potion.

Meow!

Here are some more things. I currently have eleven tubes of paint, and I'm wondering how fast it would be possible to use them up. Paint really lasts a long time, and I have three tubes of black paint, so maybe I should do a bunch of black paintings - maybe I should try just using one colour for a while in general. Just work through my tubes one by one. Who knows?

Paint does seem to last forever. I'm thinking about getting some new paper though. Maybe some colourful paper. Some pink paper. I usually paint on printer paper, and that's fine, but it'd be nice to get some nice, thicker paper, or some fun coloured stuff. I just want to scoop up some beautiful paper into my arms. A thousand paper cuts.

Maybe I should make some zines on pink printer paper, actually, that'd be cute (I'm thinking about making a new zine, but then it's always somewhere in the back of my mind - perhaps a poetry zine, where all the poems are about large vegetables).

Anyway, I finished an old, tragic notebook recently. I'd had it for so long just waiting to have its final pages used. I'm sorry, notebook, for neglecting you. Please be at peace now. Its pages didn't scan that well, but I guess with notebooks sometimes you just gotta accept the weird marks from the other side of the page, and the crumply pages, and whatever. It's just part of the experience. The notebook is at once your enemy and your beloved friend.

That's just one of the many reasons why you must, by law, start using five different notebooks at once and never finish any of them. Finishing a notebook? Very illegal. Very suspicious.

That's why I am very smart and I paint on miscellaneous scraps of paper passed to me by an evil goblin each night. You know how it is.

Love & Big Hot Dog

Here are a bunch of drawings. Check them out. They are all haunted, but don't worry about that.

Please look at this bunny's tongue. It's perfect. Makes me laugh. Look at that little tongue!

You might know the truth, but aliens know it better: love is real. Here is the proof. View the alien and its free and trusting spirit. Welcome the alien into your heart. Purchase my self-help book for only £2.99 and you will learn how to easily let an alien into your heart. Thank me later, with a nice rock you find (the greatest gift).

Here are some bunnies holding and looking at things:

Beautiful.

Don't get in the way of any animals or plants. Thank you.

Wow!

I have been making a whole bunch of paintings recently, thick and watery on irregular scraps of paper. A jumble of colours bleeding into each other. A big kaleidoscope of wobbly-eared animals. Sometimes it's nice to sit and paint while feeling sleepy. Watch an old tv series and make an unpleasant scratching noise with my paintbrush. Gnaw on a Babybel, maybe (maybe-bel).

Since starting to film myself painting stuff more (for speedpainting video purposes) it kinda makes it more fun to sit down and paint things and know that I have that time captured. A fun little time capsule. All the weird little movements of my hand a tumbling secret code.

Anyway, eat the moon, eat a small cheese, eat the paint, eat a day.

Cat Bag & Rose Skirt: A Kawamomo Haul

✶✵ This post contains items gifted to me. ✵✶

Recently, Kawamomo let me pick out some cute stuff from their online store, and yes, I have been thinking about pleated tennis skirts in various colours and styles continuously for a thousand years, so I got two.

Kawamomo has a generally cutesy style (momo means "peach" in Japanese, and kawamomo could mean "the skin of a peach" I believe, but I'm no expert - I mean, kawa also means "river" so it could potentially become "river peach" - regardless, the name reflects the gentle and sweet style offered). I liked a lot of stuff they had available, but first of all, I picked up a very important black pleated skirt with a little embroidered rose to one side.

I do in fact love this skirt, and fortunately both skirts I got fit me absolutely perfectly. Please note that I'm wearing a pyjama top in this image. Its huge, open sleeves are there to waft cool air all around my shoulders in these troubling summer times (and I think a grey check shirt and black skirt combo is pretty nice).

I really couldn't resist the rose... it's cute. I would like to own a wardrobe full of the same skirt but each with different embroidered flowers. A baby pink peony. Lily of the valley. Bluebells. Imagine the possibilities!

Moving on to my next pleated skirt - this one in a nice dusty pink colour - I also love this one. It's of a slightly thicker and softer material. Really I just love the colour. I really like muted, earthy pinks and don't own anything else this colour, so there's something very pleasing about it. The black double line detail is very cute, and it pairs perfectly with this owl jumper, also from Kawamomo.

The owl jumper is a unique and charming specimen. It has owls on the elbows (the natural and correct place for owls to be), two tiny pockets in the front, and light, multicoloured flecks throughout the material (you can't see them here, but they're cute!). It's a really thick jumper, too, so I guess I won't be wearing this for a while.

The final shocking items I received were two backpacks. One hefty pink boy which I think will be great for travelling (since I decided to shun suitcases), and one slightly smaller bag, which happens to be a cat.

The cat bag is honestly the greatest thing I've ever seen and I am thrilled and delighted by it. I think I might be becoming a backpack person. I was a backpack person as a teen, and then I switched to shoulder bags, but now... now the lines are blurred.

Life is truly a whirlwind... but I love my cat bag.

Shreks

Please observe my beautiful Shreks. What an inspiring man. Let us all take a moment to admire all that he has given us. I think I have captured his essence in these controversial paintings. His true self.

He is filled with passion, and onion.

Cow Enjoyer (I made some collages)

Check out my journal. It has some cows in it. Strong, kind, beautiful creatures. They are probably very good at video games. I'm sure of it.

Anyhow, I collaged some stuff into my journal here, including some cows and a drawing of Van Gogh and Abraham Lincoln's son, pouring judgement and scorn upon me from the page, as he probably should.

It feels good. It feels right. Collaging is that great thing where you can just put literally anything into your journal - a packet of ketchup, an old photo, an entire skull - and it'll look cool and interesting, somehow.

This is a little morbid [MORBID ALARM] but I've been watching some videos and TV shows about true crime lately, and I love thinking about how people's diaries and letters and messages tell a story long after a person is gone, and I love applying this to myself and imagining someone putting together the pieces of who I might be from this kind of evidence. Who am I, really? Well, this journal shows that I am the big cow enjoyer.

That sounds like a fine thing to be.