create More. consume Less.
Project chainsawEd main objectives:
.Share my efforts to spend at least 1 hour per day focused on creative endeavors.
.Document life adjustments and the effects on artistic expression.
Don't take anything here too seriously.
I am going to ask the Doc to lighten up on the _____ again.
Previous attempts at this have been abandoned. The carcass is here
The Doc agreed. This is good, I guess. I was going to do it anyway.
Bleep Bloop wrrr...
My girlfriend's impression of me is that of a malfunctioning robot.
The phantoms of late winter howl through mast lines and a gateway changes my perception of a famous garbage dump.
What's that? Probably part of a toilet...
Simple wisdom from Grandma: Family. That's what's important.
Creatures scratch at the walls, the building shakes and my mind aches. I am going home to play with flowers.
My finger aches. I have been fighting too many space aliens lately. Time to get fit. More winter slop.
The creatures are back, scratching harder than ever. Slayer helps but this isn't ready. I am rising but all over the place. However, I manage to do a little sketching in the journal.
Mind the gap between perception and reality. It's full of shit.
I fall asleep listening to a theoretical physicist talk about time and space. I have a dream where I covet an empty shampoo bottle.
My soulmate dreams of hushed notions on railways to parts unknown. She pays in ceramic coins then enters dark waters so fragile that one misstep could destroy them forever.
I am digging muted colors in digital expression and vibrant colors in traditional expression. This makes more work as I attempt to inhabit both realms - neither of them real.
Transplanting a Carnivorous Venusian Shamrock in the sunshine.
It is hungry for Mom's homemade shepherd's pie.
A flock of hungry robins left a bloody squirrel carcass lumped lifelessly on the lawn.
My carcass resurrected as a self-portrait in acrylic. She is next.
Winter reluctantly releases its frosty grip.
Salsan births. Hot peppers popping up.
I was freaking out about the last minute pre-storm store. The zoo was all in my head, I guess I need to...
First day of Spring, my ass!
This too shall pass.
I blew so hard I think an extraterrestrial mind parasite came out.
False alarm. It was just brain matter.
I am trying to capture her essence but falling short.
I think it is in the eyes.
Original thought is endangered!
Interrupt the feed!
I continue my hobby of corrupting modernizing vintage advertising.
This project is an attempt to create more and consume less. I got lazy and my creativity fell victim to social media's pre-formatted content delivery methods. It all started to look the same - Boring.
Here you may find a little inspiration for your own creations. You can contact me by email or Neocities. I am interested in what you have to say.
Zen doodling. When your pen (and your mind) have no particular place to go.
Got off early. Went to chuck plastic in the rain.
Froot Loop Fish from Friday.
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