Here's something I drew in 10 minutes this morning. I was on call waiting for work to start and my anxiety went through the roof. Not sure why, but it did. My friend asked me if this sketch was a sound, what would it be? I said static. That's what things feel like most of the time: all-consuming, loud, abrasive static.
And then one of them gets shot, and Ellie says, "You know you didn't have to do that, right? But that's okay, you just keep being you!" ... Be that Unplanned Variable! Be the Hope Colonist, and play Outer Worlds by Obsidian today!!!!
I thought I was finished with all my hand-designed shoes yesterday, and then I received this pair in the mail today (originally blank white) from my grandmother with money and a request to do them to match my “Abstract Moon and Flowers” design that she recently bought as a jacket on RageOn. If you would like to contact me about a shoe design commission, message me! If you would like to see this design on products in my art stores, use this link and click any of the first six buttons, which are my art sites: https://linktr.ee/okhismakingart
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.
I do generally put pen (or some kind of tool), to paper (or some kind of surface), every day, but I'm really TRYING to do it purposefully in one singular location (journal). Here is a successful attempt from that particular day. I'm also super lazy, which means I never go up to my actual studio and only use what's out on my computer desk. (Including the "waste" page because I often like it as much/more.)
