JIMBO TOILET: a pokemon I created (I think?!) as a kid. Its body is a toilet bowl…?
Spooky mail delivery!! Happy Halloween!
I had sour patch kids today! One of them tasted kind of like toilet cleaner. I don’t know if that means sour patch kids got worse or toilet cleaner has gotten better. 🤷♂️
I’m a little torn these days on why I make art. It’s still as fun as ever, and in a way that should be reason enough. But when I was younger, it was an intense practice of self-expression. I was sad and neurotic and didn’t know how else to get all of that out of my head.
I’m happier now. I’m better able to cope with hard times without bleeding it all out onto a piece of paper or a computer screen. This is a good thing! But there are days when I miss the big anchor in my brain that kept me creating, even if it made me drown at the same time.
Now the primary reward of making something is that it might make people happy, or thoughtful, or anything really. It’s a super cool feeling! On the other hand, this tends to make me extra anxious about how any given thing is received.
It’s like I’m making a red velvet cake for a group of people. I might enjoy making the cake, but I don’t really want to eat it. If other people don’t like the cake enough to eat it either, was there really a point in making it? For me, I’m not so sure anymore. 🤔
sister’s journal entry from when we were kids: “TODAY MY BROTHR DEREK HAD A NOSEBLEED AND CRYED ALOT” some things never change…
rummaging through old toys at my childhood home… i remember this was supposed to be spider-man from the future or something?! wowee