a little bit of guh

I have over-saturated myself with the internet this past week or so, and not in a good way. No, just in that old way that seems to feed SLB, to nourish her beyond the point that everyday insecurity can. She’s loud and fit right now.

Also, she’s angry that I’m not going to let her have any orange words right now.

I haven’t picked up a pencil in a few days, and I’m just over that. I’ve had enough of her.

I’m reassembling my doodle spot, and then I’m shutting off this computer for a while. I really need to teach myself some moderation in this thing.

baked daily

all the time

everywhere

and sometimes gather

in this thing

Sometimes nothing feels better than to put on some music and just wait for the images to fall out.

These pages were doodled to an Old Crow Medicine Show on repeat. No plan involved, just going to where it takes me and letting the pencil move.

Sort of makes me lonely for weeds and wildflowers and porches.

Well, at least this way I get to visit.

found her

and on again...

and on...

squirrel