Of all the dreams I’ve had in my life, the one I had back in July of 2007 as a 14 year old seems to have stuck somewhere in my memory the longest. It involved some airy-fairy death and rebirth of the world and it all got very 2001-sy real quick.
Here’s a retelling of that story...ish.
Beginning.
The teapot was a great trickster.
"CHOO CHOO" - he sang. "All on board!"
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I like to think of this as the grassroots of doodling, the origins: people waiting in hospitals with nothing but a pen to ward off boredom and insanity.
Abstracted lionfish, as part of a project where I'm drawing animals using different art styles/techniques each time. Made with digital watercolor brushes.