back to the drawing board.

hey, neighbors.
so,
sometimes it's just not busy at the studio.
i mean,
sure,
i tattooed a fidgety sh!t-hot panic attacker today,
and that was great big balls of funtime, for sure-
but otherwise,
it was remarkably quiet at the tattbomb shop.
so,
i grabbed a handful of paper,
and a handful of those old busted markers,
and i made some practice times happen.
huh?
yeah.
i know.
more of that sort of thing has been long overdue.
anyway,
today was a flower day.
check the bouquet-type teleport:

yeah.
the warm tones, tho,
we all agree, are not to be invited back again.
what?
no i don't actually have a red set of marking sticks,
so we do what we do with what we've got, kids.
jeez.
everyone's a critic.
i feel like maybe i'm getting the hang of it, though.
teleport:

filling spaces with blooms and blossoms an' that.
yeah.
i dunno, duders-
drawing seems like the thing i'm supposed to be doing right now,
so i'm doo-dooing it.
we'll see what tomorrow brings, i guess.
***********
december.
yuck.
what a cold dark dismal time of year.
good thing there are so many XI-mas lights everywhere.
it helps out.
it really does.
an ocean of illumination,
a sea of stars,
a swarm of frost-friendly fireflies,
a light in the darkness.
i love the strands of sparkles, kids.
that's real.
there's no such thing as too many,
and there's no such thing as turning them on too soon.
they're shining,
and i'm smiling,
and that's the best i've got;
never quiet, never soft.....