49 Pens

I am sleepy. I just counted my pens. There are 49 of them. Is this an excessive amount of pens? Is it an average amount of pens. Many of them are different colours, which I think changes things a bit. It would be a bit much to have 49 pens if they were all the same colour. If my number of pens is 49 then what's my number of objects overall? 49 feels like a big number, but it's not. 49 pens don't take up much space. 49 ladders? Now that would be quite excessive.

Anyway, it's a bit of a strange thing to do, to count things you own. I just thought it was interesting. I love seeing numbers and statistics on really boring things like that. It makes me wonder about stuff. How many times have I ever heard a song? How many times have I rolled my eyes? How many memories have I ever forgotten? Numbers are fun.

Curved Memories

Memories are fickle. Submerge them and watch them flake apart. Time puts crumbling splinters in our skulls. Time buries itself under oceans and shadows. Sharks and coral drift among remembrance. We are real and we are not.

We are sequences plotting out patterns in sand, kicking pebbles across streets. We are strings and threads tearing, coming loose, wrapping around rocks.

We are chattering skies and swaying branches. We are floating dust and falling light. We are here and we are forgotten. Fireflies in secret, hovering in the blue.

We are lace and fire, rust and vapour. We are memory, and we are gone.

Pen Chaos

I'm slowly but steadily working through all of my miscellaneous pens. I currently don't have one full set of colours from the same pen brand, but more of an erratic collection of misfit pens. What's quite good about this scenario is that I'm using more of an odd range of colours and being restricted to some of the lesser used colours means I'm a bit more inventive and a bit more chaotic - which is always useful.

The mismatched pen collection also means I'm using pens of all different sizes, thicknesses, opacities, and scents (yep, I still have a couple of scented felt tips), so I end up being a bit more unpredictable and strange from all sorts of different angles, and ultimately I think that's the best. It's quite subtle at times, but I feel a difference in how I approach drawing. It's somehow more satisfying to me to have a jar of miscellaneous pens than a neat matching set.

Bunnies (& Frasier)

Here are some rabbits. I will never get tired of drawing their big, wobbly, floppy ears. The ears are a metaphor for the endlessness of time and space, the vastness of consciousness. Also, they just look very cute and squishy and that is something I enjoy. When I drew the above bunny I imagined a version of Frasier in which  every character is a bunny. Hopefully NBC will come across this post somehow and decide that they need to make that happen. Until then I will just use my imagination to replace everyone with bunnies in my mind when I watch Frasier episodes.

Youth & Buzzfeed

This scanner update confirms that, as suspected, I still have a face. I just like to keep you posted on the face ownership situation. I had a lot of fun stretching it out via my scanner for these. It never gets old.

I've been writing some Buzzfeed community posts lately (you can read them here) and as a result I've become really into reading Buzzfeed articles for long periods of time and getting sucked into an endless loop of clicking, looking at sequences of cat pictures, clicking again and looking at photo sets of cute jewellery, and so on. It is endless. I have to stop myself and remember that there is a vast world beyond this place, and that I need to eat because I was too engrossed in a quiz called 'Can You Pick The Correct Vegetables?' to remember that I need sustenance (like, for example, actual offline vegetables).

I've also been thinking a bit about age and how my slightly shifting appearance and style tastes might impact various aspects of my life, alongside the perceptions thereof. My wisdom teeth are coming through. One of them is pretty much all the way out and another one is probably half of the way out. They're arriving. I now want my skirts to be longer and my clothes to be smarter and generally more 'mature' looking (although I think if you want to wear head to toe Batman merchandise for as long as you live then you should do that and enjoy your life). I feel like a comfortable adult who likes to wear grey jumpers, and that's exactly what I am, but I still have this air of youth floating around me that people can see, I think. It's like it means a lot to people but it's simultaneously meaningless. Whatever, I guess.

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Here is a little bit of painting I did recently. I always love the way blue and yellow and green paint works together in such a vibrant way that kinda reminds me of all those TV shows from when I was a kid that would slime people (Get Your Own Back was everything).

I also love painting and drawing really rounded, cushion-y stars. Very soft and comfortable stars. The best and kindest stars.

Colours and stars: my favourites.

Fun Purple Friends

I've drawn myself a cool little gang. A cat and a rabbit who will back me up and bring me snacks, like any good friend should (re-evaluate your friends based on their snack generosity).

Attention all grumpy and surly cats: please come to my house right now and we can be very grumpy together and possibly steal food and then eat it very grumpily. Good plan? Yeah, I know.