Just the Date

(Ink, pencil, + gouache)

All I managed to draw today was the date. I had glorious intentions of trying out some new pens, but my brain exploded and I spent 3 hours hiding in the dark instead of being productive.

I have… a lot of projects happening all at the same time. There’s a dollhouse taking up the entire table in my studio, I have a pile of signatures for my new journal (the leather is rolled up on the floor below the aforementioned dollhouse), there are two gessoed canvases leaning against the wall together like belligerent drunks, taunting me about how they’re supposed to be tarot cards, and there are 32 tabs open in my chrome browser about how to build websites on platforms I don’t use.

Whatever is the opposite of procrastination is what is wrong with my brain. Precrastinatory overindulgence. That’s what I’m calling it.

Oh. Yeah. And I'm making a friend a rosary based on the tree of life even though I don’t know how to do that.

Jesus Christ.

The current journal.

The bathroom in the dollhouse.