I've been talking to Lex about starting a comic... He doesn't want to draw of course, so I've been playing around- god it's been a long time, though. My skewed sense of proportion almost makes me want to get the oil paints out and check I can still at least control the muscles in my hand... It's funny how just living your (my) life is probably the biggest obstacle to perspective!
Never mind. I'll be back in Brighton soon, and I'll start life drawing again, and then there'll be no excuse for these messy JTHM inspired stick figures. No more whining to the Samaritans about how my life is a dead end uncreative ditch. At least the poems are still coming in some form or another. I did think about stopping. But then there really would be nothing. Or rather, just one more thing to whine about.
In the mean time, can somebody please do a riot grrl cover of You're Gonna Miss Me by the 13th Floor Elevators? I've been dreaming about this for the past week or so.
Dirty words.
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