Slowly but surely I will rise, be able to speak but as it is I am a half head and lack the voice. The voice it isn’t there, must, need to find it authentically!
Coffee do your thang. A jittered jumble of jabbered words perhaps, well it’s a start. Finding authentic voice through mumbled mush. Morsh.
Goodnight.
CM
I am referring to this doodle
I’ve been doodling a lot of half heads lately. The theme after brains? Half heads! and now…the other half. You won’t see much of the other half but here’s one. Here’s to Half Heads and feeling like half a person or hiding half yourself. Yeah, that’s more like it.
CM
I cannot take credit for this image I drew but click on the link and learn about Daniel Johnston! It’s been widely used by other artists, musicians and for mental health awareness. I drew this and made copies that I wanted to post around work because it is a stressful time of year for retail workers. And just stressful in general. I think we’re all feeling a little down, unlike ourselves. I feel a current, a shift of change coming for everyone. I don’t know what it is, maybe just the seasons. But yesterday morning I felt compelled to draw this simple, yet tender note. And hope you are all doing okay.
How are you?
I guess I’m just going to keep blogging and flogging words and doodles around. Rootin’ and Tootin’ my own voice.
-CM
You can’t go wrong with the traditional at Halloween. The jack o lanterns, the ghosts, the goblins, the Frankensteins. I mean that’s what holidays are for, the traditional. To make us feel that sweet sense of nostalgia. To make us feel like a kid again. So I’m not the least bit ashamed at my dorky drawings. The fact that Frankenstein’s mask looks like a gorilla Frankenstein. But whatever. I’ve always drawn shitty and I still keep doing it anyway. I mean mushy… I always think squashed up shit. I mean for an attractive woman it would be cute ‘n quirky, but for someone like me, it’s like shit ass weirdo. Like dirt bag weird, not cutesy weird that people find cool. Ugh let me tell you the most embarrassing story that should have made me quit art for good.
I was volunteering at the fall fest at our high school, I myself a high school student at the time. And for whatever reason, or that I just wasn’t good at all at painting on faces, I just couldn’t remember how to draw. Or to even spell for that matter. My ghosts look like floating white blobs on a face, the butterflies…I’m pretty sure made a girl cry. But the worst, the WORST was a boy wanted me to write 2 PAC on his face. And I wrote 2 PAK. 2PAK. I realized after that I spelled it wrong and didn’t want to show the boy his face paint. But that kid walked around the fall fest with 2 PAK on his face the whole night. He probably got his face laughed at all night. I remember it to this day. And sometimes at night when I can’t sleep I think about that and crack up but also wonder why the hell I still draw. I’ve done a lot of dumb shit, misslepelled things. I did that one on purpose. But events words I’ve gotten the meaning wrong. So I’m a mushy dumb weirdo. But don’t stop! Don’t quit!
I guess. All you spooky weirdos have a good Halloween!
Even Jack-o’-lanterns battle with self doubt.
“Am I scary enough?”
“Is my carved out wannabe scary face scary enough for these malicious ghosts?”
“Will I be too scary? You know, for the toddlers?”
“My back side is kind of lumpy? Will they laugh instead of scream?”
Once you carve a face into a pumpkin that’s when the doubt creeps in. So watch their floating conversation bubbles tonight and hope they’re kind to themselves. Because all jack o lanterns are spooky, cool and scary but not too scary, etc!
And getting the oil changes, inspection and tire rotation done (so haven’t been completely lazy. Plus I’m doing laundry continually for the rest of my life so I could never be lazy).
Halloween costumes are set, Jack Skelington and Luigi. They can’t change their minds and the costumes fit so nothing to get bent out of shape over. And then later this evening we’ll make our way to the fair! Doing all the Fall things.
And also I’ve been absent from the wee ol’ blog page, sorry about that. The school year has started and I’ve been busy plus also a slug? If that’s possible. A boot scootin’ slug, man. Going through many changes and lack of description over those details remains a mystery to you all…and to me as well as I still remain committed to NOT changing or evolving ever. But events have forced me to, so I’d rather not say…ugh just Ugh. UUUUGGGGHHHH
And that’s the sound of a boot scootin’ slug!
I almost wrote sad sadwich person, then I wrote just sad sandwich and muffin. Oh well
Can you call it a portrait if it’s just a drawing of an imaginary person? probably not, but in my mind I was thinking of an old oval portrait that would hang on a wall, so maybe just call it a drawing of a portrait on a wall. What should her name be? Ms. Dallinsworth? that just popped in my head. Ms. as we don’t care, as if that should define her. We just don’t know her first name because she likes to be called by her last name to strangers who don’t know her! Maybe it’s D’arcy Dallinsworth and she would like you to not know her first name, okay? you got it? But now that you do know her first name, you must be hit on the head really hard, become unconscious and forget about this Ms. D’arcy Dallinsworth, this portrait on an unknown, imaginary woman! BONK!!
I just realized she kind of resembles Angela Lansbury, if she were in disguise as a brunette. Well well well…we’re onto something about this, this Ms. Dallinsworth aren’t we? Who are you?? BONK!!!
I’m unconscious. good day
2022, the year of the big creepy heads. Because here is another one! and more are likely to follow!! so you’re welcome! if you didn’t know that in your life you needed creepy heads to look at !! and I will not stop using exclamation points!
Nothing scares us anymore these days anyway! we’re living in unprecedented times I say!
Good bye!
-code mush
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