
Sketching some ideas for lemon flower prints that would play with the opacity of the ink colors as they overlapped. White ink petals printed over the greens and yellows of the pistil. I don’t actually know how to block print, though. Anyway, I lost the day to being period sick, which sucked, but Lucy saved my evening by inviting me to do yoga with her (through FaceTime, while we watched the same YouTube video on our respective devices) and wow that made a big difference for my body and brain. We are such simple creatures, aren’t we, we humans? We think we’re complicated because our brains have too many thoughts, but really we’re just big ol’ bags of chemicals and meat. All you gotta do is move that meat around to shake up your chemicals and then the thoughts in your brain shift accordingly. So simple. So infuriatingly simple.

I am grumpy. It is who I am. What do I do? I grump. Where am I going? Somewhere to be grumpy. When am I grumpy? Always, all times, all days, all ways. Why? For the love of god, why? Why am I so grumpy?? BECAUSE WHY NOT. GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON TO NOT BE GRUMPY. (I have a cat, a house, friends, and a husband I love very much and who also love me too— EVEN WHEN I AM GRUMPY) Ok, I suppose that is an acceptable reason and I will accordingly reduce my grumpiness by… 10%. But don’t push it.

Therapy outside today because my normal home set-up couldn’t be private for convoluted logistical reasons that would be boring to explain. So! Wet Deck Therapy, with our mini bbq grill as my laptop’s table and a baking sheet under my butt to keep the sodden wood from soaking into my clothes.
“…Did you just call me ‘dude’?” -My Therapist

While taking Tig on her morning leashed walk around the yard, I tried to take a picture of her on my phone but the selfie-view was on so my screen filled up with the top of my head and the sky behind me. I looked up and, sure enough, there it was, the sky. How had I missed it before? Had it really been there this whole time? Why hadn’t I noticed it when I first came out? I guess the answer is painfully obvious, isn’t it? I was looking down.

I messed up one of my meds for a week and getting back on the proper dose has really been… an adjustment. Which is to say, I forgot to take a self-portrait but I did take a picture of my 1993 Batman: The Animated Series McDonald’s Happy Meal Box embroidery project I’ve been picking away at for the last month.

I bought a stack of 90s Happy Meal boxes off of eBay (AS ONE DOES), scanned all the sides of the Poison Ivy one in to my computer (actually, it was my friend’s, because I haven’t had a scanner at my house for at least a decade??? How is that possible? And yet.), and then printed it out on to fabric using Spoonflower.

Now I am inaugurating my new tapestry stand with this completely ridiculous project that I am using to literally stitch into my childhood nostalgia for the first cartoon show that really influenced how I draw.
Yes, the plan is to assemble the whole thing into a three-dimensional free-standing embroidered Happy Meal box made of fabric. We’ll see how far I get with that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Again, I forgot to take a self-portrait today. Instead, here is almost every single Lemony Snicket aborted lemon blossom that could have grown into a full fruit.
Oh! Today I drove BY MYSELF AT NIGHT to go to a new friend’s veganniversary potluck dinner party. I talked to multiple people and ate lots of yummy vegan food (I’m an omnivore) and I dunno it was a nice human night.

I drove by myself across town (two days in a row!) to an art show opening and then dropped by to catch up with a studiomate I haven’t seen in months and months. It was good.
Messing up my meds this week really fucked me up. I’m ok, but man I’m so tired all the time :(
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