Hey there,
I’m typing to you reclined with headache and pain that wouldn’t go away after all day’s rest. I could have overstretched working on beakies and videos, like the summer here, over stretched into autumn, hot hot hot but with fallen brown leaves.
I’ll go straight into one of the many things I’ve been documenting on and have no systematic way, yet, of sharing with the world.
Making things line up and present them in a way consistent with what’s been done before kills me.
It must have been 30-40 times that I tried organising my sketches to look like a sketchbook.
Because sketchbook is cool, sounds cool, looks cool.
But. I Just. Can’t. I can’t make my brain to cram things into boxes. I like them free and drifting, easily reconfigured, cut up and combine, to become new, again and again.
Let me show you my sketchbook:
Sprouts I’m currently cultivating:
A catalog of beakies
which is looking more like scenes from a play, I’ve no idea what happened. But it’ll sure include the information needed for adoption.
Tabletop lyric games
lunarian and 1 are play testing through ideas on the fly, some go further and get recorded and you will see them on my YouTube channel once they’re ready. Would you like the links here too?
A seed not sure whether plant:
I can draw workshop tailored for lunarian
It could have been the games, Lunarian stopped saying he can’t draw. It’s only been a month and now he defaults to picking up a pen to explain things to me to try bridging some newly identified gaps in our communication.
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That’s all this week, I need to close my eyes.
If i felt better, I’d tell you more before the next.
Hope you’re feeling better than me, maybe my pain magically absorbs yours, marn.
P.s. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna die.
P.s. 2 Do you have a sketchbook do you want to show me your sketchbook?