Mandatory Juvenile Detention Center Experience Enrichment Outfit!
Just doodling that turned into a Tamika. a scribbly, scribbly tamika.
Feelin bad about my art, so I scribbled a jazz hands guy. Still feel bad about my art, but now jazz hands guy exists, determinedly jazz-handing his way into the future.
Or maybe he lives somewhere where jazz hands are illegal and he’s just been arrested and is jazz-handing in defiance. Who knows.
The view from my window was really nice just before sunrise this morning and I couldn’t get a decent photo of it so… next best thing, right?
It becomes the past, a solid single record of what happened, still holding in its wild curves and contours the potential of every shape it could have held.
People who know me IRL will not be surprised to learn that a metaphor about time is one of my favourite quotes.
LOOK AT THIS FRICKEN CANDLE I DREW HOLY DANG I AM REALLY PLEASED WITH THIS CANDLE
(it’s part of a longer thing but shhhhhh just look at the candle)
Hey have you noticed we are birds now
what even is adventure time any more
I DO NOT HAVE A NAME FOR THIS MONSTERFRIEND, that is sad.
I drew this like a couple of months ago when it would have been relevant, but I never got around to properly finishing it until now.
The little scribble in the corner is roughly what she looks like naked (so she has to hold her pants up with suspenders. she just wears hoodies and suspenders all the time)