Feeling Stuck
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Strange Days
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This is an illustration I did over the summer, I'm not sure what had happened, but obviously I felt a little askew. I suspect it was after one of the mass shootings. It's now Day 2 of knowing the results of the election, and I am off-kilter again. In my relatively sheltered world all is operating normally. People are going to work, pumping gas, buying coffee... but there an underlying sense of unease, I think both hoping that we can connect and talk to someone, while at the same time not necessarily wanting to know how each other voted (at least not without being able to take the time to explain). Maybe it's just me. Because when someone asked me how I was doing, in that typical offhand manner, and I replied "Horrified" neither of us knew what to say next.
Over the summer I started making morning sketches (well, sometimes it got pushed to the afternoon!) and I want to continue posting them here and on Facebook. But now I've had two mornings in a row where I feel at a loss, and just stare at the paper and write swear words. Maybe this means I should just start practicing my lettering techniques. I'll let my practice slide for now, but I know that I can't let the smile I have found in creating again slip through my fingers.
Namaslime
Namaslime: Election Day
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I voted. It's pretty straightforward in my town. There was no line, nobody picketing out front... however, I was disappointed that there was no bake sale... there was one during the primaries. I could have used a cookie to comfort myself in the booth. I wish everyone voting today could have the same no-nonsense, non-threatening, experience.
In the meantime, go vote, then wash your hands, make some tea or coffee or cocoa or a hot toddy, and stand outside for a minute. Or two. And take a deep breathe. Namaslime.
Roots
/Late afternoon sketch. There's a mason jar next to me with some impatiens from my Mom that I've been letting flower. I know if I pinch the buds off it will root faster but I can't bring myself to do it...
