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Shark time again.

As we venture out again...

Dinosaur doodling is the way of things today.

Giving Pichu a cybernetic upgrade!

Fantasy (of the more pronounced variety) is the order of things here.

Nothing much to add here really (for now)...

I miss having old-school, beautifully fucked up dreams that make zero sense whatsoever. One I had earlier this week met those standards of surrealism and more!

This piece is inspired by Mental Health Awareness Week that’s just left us. Belated and as cryptic as things might be (as usual) here in Bleu’s world, better late to the party than never right?

More world speculating again...

I know there’s probably a few decent folks worth voting for come the general election here in Scotland I’ll settle on, though for the most part the loudest mouthpieces seem to just scream ‘bell-end’ to me... I was playing around with Google Translate and various sentences I’d jotted down, and opted to go with the closest approximation from English into German for ‘I’m voting for Muppets’, which is 'Ich stimme fur Muppets'. ‘Ich stimme’ read to me as ‘itch stim’ for whatever reason (anglophone and neurodivergent here), which seems rather fitting as the thought of the worst candidates getting in is liable to have us all come out in stress rashes, am I right?

Lazy Sunday afternoons and all things Beatles influenced...

Thinking ahead to loosening restrictions here in Scotland, one more day to go...

Nothing much to add really...

Whalesongs to round the week off (as usual).

Cryptically does it... A narwhal swims around who-knows-what-it-all-means.

Driven by my mishearing of something Dr. David Scheel was talking about regarding the octopus Heidi he kept in his home for a yearlong period... His documentary ‘Octopus: Making Contact’ is a lovely thing worth watching I should add!

Current events mean retreating into my sketchbook is the way of things today, until it blows over(ish, emphasis on the -ish).

Narwhals it seems, and I’m sure I’ve said this before, are a perfect remedy for art blocks I'd say. Wasn’t going anywhere last night, that is until I gave things another go and this fellow here saved the day!

Improvising a thing or two centred around krakens and all things cephalopod flavoured :)

Whenever I think of tags and/or labels for people, be it things like ‘gammons’ or ‘snowflakes’ et al, narrowing it down to a single person who represents that group is always running a fool’s errand in my opinion.

This line from the Stephin Merritt episode of the 'She's A Talker' podcast (referring to Stephen Sondheim plot-lines) got my imagination ticking in overdrive