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Was initially going to try coffee painting with this one, but that clearly wasn’t happening... Hence the mentioning of divorce here, it being my expectations being split from the reality this time around. Still, things worked out in the end!

Something warm coloured for the incoming spring. Also befitting of the feelings a lot of folks in my life (and myself included) seem to be feeling right now! Much cobweb detangling figuratively speaking this month past, that much is true...

I’m no stranger to weird dreams, and last night’s one was no exception to the rule. The doodle alone may do things *some* form of justice...

And that concludes another sketchbook! New one incoming...

Collage time! What else is new, eh?

John Lurie flavoured shenanigans...

Saturday night doodle-fest/collage-fest/general art party here. :)

Shark time, again.

August it seems brings out the sluggish side of me...whatever the case, I'm back at it for now folks! :)

Thank the maker for weekends past, hangovers and random observations that inspire.

New sketchbook time :)

Shark time again.

Dinosaur doodling is the way of things today.

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

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

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

Done with Procreate, a joyful pink Easter bunny, especially for children and all children at heart.

Repeated psych-folk listenings/last night’s drunken pretensions informed a misspelling of things or two...

Seals and clocks = an intriguing combo I’d say.

Living in the moment...

Back to more surreal programming.

Possibly inspired by current events.

Aliens seeking company and respite...

Rumblings and ramblings.

New sketchbook time! Onwards to new doodling-flavoured adventures... Keeping it simple to start things off (as is custom).

Keeping one's head above the water in times of crisis...

Aaaaaaaaaand, September is here. Let's make this autumn a creative one...

Another episode of narwhal fever.

A narwhal! Because, why not?

Would old Victor be proud? Who knows...