a couple of terriers went for a ride and for a frolic
this is really really long, and boring, i was trying to sort out some thoughts, and I don’t expect anyone to read this, but I felt like writing and writing is what I did. (and i’ll put this under a read more because because it is inane and insanely long)
some witch/wizard creatures from various odd worlds turn people into strange creatures… (a recurring fantasy i think)~
i have drawn so many strange creatures in my lifetime, my life’s work is drawing strange creatures. no regrets.
rereading Jung’s autobiography and reading about his descent into his unconscious, he kept himself sane through yoga. anyway it made me daydream about taking a journey into my psyche, and i had all these strange creatures just walking about doing their thing, and there was this fantastical terrier contraption creature, who would put me into his contraption device and turned me into a surreal looking terrier image, and then i would float into another person’s pysche and plant the love for cairn terriers deep inside.
my other life work is my obsession with terriers. no regrets
'not just one world'~
“Everybody has a secret world inside of them. I mean everybody. All of the people in the whole world, I mean everybody — no matter how dull and boring they are on the outside. Inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds… Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands, maybe.” Neil Gaiman
my leg fell asleep (in a superficial bottomless pit)~
"if I was a deep bathtub would you sink down, to the bottom of my love?”- Emily Jane White
opps, it’s been a while since my last post… i’ve been busy & not being busy but i’m not sure what i’ve been up to… i’ve been taking Teeko for long walks (and pretending they are mythical walks through absurd enchanted landscapes). next weekend I’M GOING camping to the White Mountains in NH…
anyway, tonight i am so lucky to be where i want to be. surrounded by two terriers and a whole bunch of pine trees, and to enjoy a quiet evening doing something like drawing and doing sweet nothing…
(i think part of being an interior person, is that when i ask myself what i’ve been up to i have a difficult time thinking or saying of what it is i’ve been actually been up to? i’ve been trying to make internal connections between things in my imagination, whatever that means. or trying to enter relaxed states so i can really appreciate the evening breeze and the fragrance? being open to the possibility of magic? it’s actually quite reasonable to have an irrational experience and to ‘believe’ in fairies. (in fact i think one can maybe make a rational case for such a thing so i’ll spend some time thinking about that).
birdhouse head cats~ ‘don’t sell yourself’ said the shirt to the shorts~
cartoons i drew while watching the world cup with my brother
party bots dancing with body parts~
i haven’t been drawing too much of late other than incomplete sketches. i need to grow up and start making more time to draw childish cartoons.
i’ve just been really enjoying reading in the comfort & solitude of my room at night. i’m beginning to read The Magicians by Lev Grossman and i think it’s going to be good… i have the window open and there is this intoxicating smell of pine that makes me feel quite right.
i keep on thinking i’m going to make the jump from pescatarian to vegetarian but then i keep on ordering seafood when i go out to eat, and it just doesn’t happen.
i’m also going to maine tomorrow and it’s definitely not going to happen there.. seafood heaven