Just try…..

……and drown me. I don’t swim. I walk.

Where….

….to cry to now.

Sing me a song……

….in my nest of hair.

I don’t know what it is…..

….but people are almost compelled to do the opposite of what you ask.

So when I say I want to be left alone, I don’t need anyone coming up and asking if I want to be left alone.

It’s getting wetter……

…..and wetter. Like my mood.

There’s smoke here…..

…… somewhere.

Where there is smoke, there is fire in the belly.

Witches in the sticks

The first part is me painting in real time because I forgot to do time lapse. Then the second half I kick in.

Watch me make garbage before your eyes.

Some old masks….

….refurbished. I was going to use these in the Masks zine I made last year, but they were getting too complex for what I wanted for the zine. But I didn’t want to leave them unfinished. Now done, I’m off to finish some other neglected crap of mine.

You can buy the zine with the following link.

https://www.etsy.com/au/listing/1042501734/mask-stay-safe-look-great-full-colour

Working on some new witches

I keep getting drawn in to drawing those baby eaters.

I’d rather them, that the politicians we have. I include those billionaires posing as ordinary folk.

Twinkle tinkle…..

……little fox.