jar sauce.

duders,
two more is better than another one, right?
c'mon.
it's been so snowy!
like,
so snowy that every day has been deader'n dead in the whole entire
woodsly goodsly white mountainous wintertime wonderland.
the main roads are clear, but everywhere else is a sh!t-salad suckstorm,
and that's keeping everyone home.
that's not exactly a big deal, though, except that the tattbomb studio has had
some noteworthy absences on the schedule.
like,
whole days of school-style cancellations.
ugh.
that's gross.
but,
a snow day means anything can happen,
and that's good news for people who like unpredictability.
mostly, however, i like crappy paints, worse brushes, and biscuit boxes.
yeah.
i'm kind of a garbage artist, and that works on a literal and figurative level.
ha!
annnnnyway,
i made more little jarheads.
mmhmm.
daruma, again, and again.
check the red-sauce-beard-zen-type teleport:

awwwww.
he's a meditative motivational urn with a face!
and, again, check the teleport:

a grumpy ol' jar with a shroud on it?
...sure.
is this appropriate action during a lull in my more lucrative labors?
mayyyyybe.
of course,
i may be misusing time by practicing my poor craftsmanship,
since it's unlikely to become my secret passion.
but, while it's poor crafty crafting, with craft (not art) supplies,
i won't blame my poor tools for the results.
i'm just making myself utilize the mislaid skillset of my younger days.
i'm positive that's not a bad move on my part.
don't use it, lose it, find it, refurbish it, and it counts double in the end.
y'know?
yep.
so it's cardboard against boredom,
and tiny little studies in illustrative diversity.
neighbors,
they're the same thing, time after time,
but they're all different.
and that's good for you, and me, and everybody else,
i mean, that's probably a thing, right?
i hope so,
because if the weather stays crappy, and the days stay empty,
there will be more of all of this.
which is kinda cool, in it's own way, anyway,
because little red vase-faces are expert in my opinion,
which, is rarely relegated to opinion, and issued more as edicts.
so,
daruma is dope, because i like him,
and that's the decree, duders.
i make rules for myself.
the berserker barbarian battle-beast of savage raging stormswept
lightning-striking viking venom and gypsy hot fire lavaspit,
a.k.a. infinite nature,
needs a little structure
...or else it's just flippin' out all over the place, all the time,
with too much of everything wrong as the right amount,
and a lot less cookies and pies.
ew.
we wouldn't want that, now, would we?
no way.
so the rules are in place for safety's sake,
and cake's sake,
and for heaven's sake,
don't break 'em!
that's no joke;
never quiet, never soft.....