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A serene landscape stretches out below, as far as the eye can see. That's weird. There are floating hearts everywhere. Seems like they're coming towards you. This is fine.

Here are some lazy paintings. I think my brain had turned on its screensaver when I made these. That's the best way to do anything creative though, sometimes. Just switch your whole brain off. Throw it away. You don't need it.

I'm slowly progressing through a few journals, and I think one of them is getting pretty near to being full now, which is exciting. Ah, the endless cycle. I love finishing a journal, it's such a good feeling. Then you throw it from a helicopter, as is tradition. Safe and fun!

But until then, a mountain of paint shall lie before me, like the piles of gold from the cave of wonders in Aladdin. That's my life but with tubes of paint piled high. I'm sitting amongst them and cackling at all times.

Stargazers

Oh what's that? Some bunnies? Surveying planets and standing in fields? Yes. Well, those are the greatest activities, really. We all know it. Stand amongst the flowers, catch a star in your hand. You may as well.

The planets keep turning, and the flowers keep blooming, and the stars keep shining. So I suppose they'll watch forever.

Meet Me Here

Here are the pink things. The rusting, dusty windowsills and the faded flowers. The blood sitting close to the skin of your cheeks. An eyelash sitting there like a cow in a field, reclining. The old papers stuffed haphazardly into a file, and the stickers partially worn away, pieces of glitter and a decade still casting a tiny glimmer across the shelf.

Here are the things that provoke some feeling like happiness, but pressed into a clear plastic folder, taped into a diary. A note. A memo. A gentle question not heard. A question hidden underneath a layer of sand. And the grains that cling to a wet foot go to strange places, just like you. They can't come back. But would you want them to?

It's just you, and the ocean, and a cloud of worry. And me, by the window, rain tumbling and flowers growing thick in the cracks of the brick. Weeds climbing the walls. Fog on my glasses. A condensation that you feel in your chest, like a healthy dog's nose nestled somewhere in there.

Come someday, quickly and at night, like a fox under the stars. They'll be there. They remember. Their sparkles a beacon beckoning us, we'll meet there and trace veins with fire, knuckles with new cold. Blood and blue. Me and you.

Blob Recommendations

I'm pretty sure this cat is acting out the "alas, poor Yorick!" scene from Hamlet with a star. Just a normal Friday night activity. You float into the sky and perform some Shakespeare. Good fun. She's a terrible actor, but it's okay. She's having fun.

Here's a bunny, surrounded by blobs. Mysterious, possibly glowing, the blobs seem to make good friends. Make friends with a blob, that's what I always say.

Blobs all around. They're everywhere. They're so reliable. I recommend them.

Blobs & Black Holes

Check out these super blobby paintings. One day, long after being painted, all of my paintings become one huge blob. That's my prediction for the future, and also a horror movie I'm making. It'll be beautiful, haunting, terrifying.

But truly, I love the watery, blobby feel. It's free, it's unpredictable, it's strange and wild. Just like me when I get my hands on some Amaretto.

Here's a dog looking curiously into a black hole. The dog's name is Carl Sagan.

Here's a serene cat. Love emanates from her. Pretty nice.

And here are two friends having a nice time. Good for them. Good for everyone. Please clap.

Red & Blue Bunny Moon

Here are some happy little blue and red paintings. Some contemplative bunnies. Some sky blue and violet. I love blue paint. It always looks good and seems to have a nice depth of hue no matter what. Blue is such a nice, peaceful colour. Always a favourite. Although I can never choose one favourite colour, and it depends so much on what precise type, I really like blue. Royal, rich, dark blues. Night sky blues, and bright daylight sky blues too. Lavender blues and sea green types. All very good.

Here's a little stick figure. I keep painting a bunch of these lately, and really they just make me smile. They're silly and simple and perfect. Little weird smileys with spindly limbs. Every single time I paint one I like to say "me". A very funny joke.

Here's a journal spread - I really like the combination of super diluted, watery paint with thicker, richer pigment. A nice mix. And a bunny under the moon. Where all bunnies are.

I love this simple dog face. Here he is. Dog. I love him, and it seems like he loves everything. Fortunately, everything includes me, so I win. I win the game of love.

Lastly, here is a bunny. Solemn and serene, and hanging out with two hearts. The ideal.

Diary: November Naps

It sure has been a November! A time of sleepiness, creeping cold, and drawing a lot. I have been feeling pretty cosy and happy and motivated, I've made some videos I liked making a lot, and I feel like everything has been pretty... nice.

I've been really enjoying watching the new series of Doctor Who. Josie Whittaker is really fun and the writing is doing a lot of exciting and compelling things. It's like a real blast from the past, it's super comforting and pleasant. I don't watch it as it airs, but I save it for later and paint or draw while watching.

It's getting so cold and it's been raining a lot, but I'm enjoying it so far, and I spent some time looking at Sanrio character stuff for a while on Wednesday. What better activity is there? None. I'm pretty excited for Christmas and the new year though, I think it'll be really nice and I just overall feel good. And I'm gonna watch more Doctor Who and nap.