practicing

...oh, i know, neighbors.

don't you worry about that.

huh?

ah.

right.

ok, here's what i'm thinking about-

not doing something for a bit can sometimes make you 

so more interested when you try it again.

like,

making art.

sure, i do that, sort of, at work every dang day,

but not really, though.

y'feel me?

it's so dissimilar to making the pictures that i'm interested in 

as to be an entirely different entity unto itself.

that's just my specific instance and circumstance.

i picked my weird insular isolated life,

and i'm okay with tattooing not being my defining path.

however,

sometimes,

i like to make drawings just because.

not often,

and not too fancy, either.

when there's nothing going on at work, but i'm there anyway,

and it's a frozen wasteland of below-freezing buttholery outside?

mmhmm.

sometimes a marker or two, and an alright idea are all you need.

sketching makes lines make more sense, refined and redefined and all that.

but, 

that off-the-cuff on the fly one-shot sh!t, 

blown out with blunted and bleeding felt tips can be just as instructive.

y'gotta plan it out in your head first,

so it doesn't overlap and crap itself up.

yeah.

check the one-take/do-it-live-type teleport:

a coelacanth.

my favorite.

why are they so dope?

because they've got an overabundance of fins.

they know that too much is the right amount.

and also,

that the old ways are the best ways.

that's expert.

the drawing?

that's just a little quick bit of fun for my face.

i had a sharpened pencil, with an eraser, too.

i did.

and i used both ends of it for some astrologically accurate 

mythologically manufactured worst zodiac creature creation.

that's a thing.

teleport:

half goat, half fish, all crap all the time.

that's no joke.

january makes me want to sleep,

but active participation and an overactive brainful of thoughts won't let me.

instead,

there's recipes written,

goats and fish in pen and ink in varying proportions,

treats and words and blood, and sweat,

but no tears, because there's no use crying over spilled fluids.

that's just wasteful,

and we aren't gonna hang out with that, are we?

nope.

i'm scrawling and i'm scratching,

i'm typing and i'm tipping,

and it's all really happening, today.

that's the way this wednesday unfolds;

never quiet, never soft.....