May flies in quickly!
And with it more blobs, transforming into beams of light.
Here is May’s playlist, a bit more playful as the school year winds down, summer is almost here, and it’s just…my birthday month! so yeah, I’m fortunate to have revolved around the sun. I remain hopeful. In dark times such as these, we have to remain hopeful. We have to find the light inside us all and to be a source of light for others!
…so I try in my little small quiet ways
…I hope you try too.
A blob sitting comfortably in coffee mug.
A blob in a mug of ughs.
I do declare saying Ugh a million times a day is my coping mechanism for everything. That and sitting in coffee!
I just like drawing the same things. It’s also a coping mechanism.
Blobby talking about music!
Oh my, Blobby! read, read, and read some more!
I’m using my son’s Posca markers that he insist he have. I must say I love their paint like quality. I must get more (for myself). And this was just a random writing in my journal that I thought would be cool if Blobby was saying this. And absorbing and expanding with all the information! (And imagination). More to come I think!! Well, of course more blobs to come, they’re really all I draw…
Also it’s Avril 14th so I found a favorite without realizing, oh yeah it’s April 14th! time to play this song by Aphex Twin!
If you’re new to the blog then you probably haven’t seen a half head yet.They’re basically the quiet, unassuming mushiest person but for some reason have the tendency to hide because of their feelings, because their being is so strong. And you wouldn’t really know this by their blank expression. But these blobs, may or may not have expression though. I see a little bit. So maybe they’re different, or maybe they’re just coming out of their shells. However they’re all different so it’s hard to say where all this is going! Probably no where and I’ll forget about drawing blobs in a couple of days or two ..
Or maybe I’m just really not that original and all my characters look like blobs. Probably the latter…ugh…
Even if it’s not
More blobs to get you through the day!…I mean it’s how I get through my day…
What constitutes a blob? Misshapen, mass of a face, with a look of dismay or delusion…I think that constitutes as a blob.
I am a blob.
It’s a blobby kind of April, in which I must only draw blobs. Face blobs really. Ugh, because who feels normal? Who feels human? Or better yet where are the humans in this inhumane world!? Ugh…
Here is my April playlist, complete with all the feels humanly possible, some blobby, some slobby, so I know I’m still alive. Are you alive and feeling Blobby too?
Mushy Blob should be the title of April too..okay that will be my next title.
It’s an unusual half head, not like the other half heads but, we can say that none are alike at all. They all are emerging in their own way, at their own pace and with their own unique voice. This one just happens to be emerging chaotically, maybe it’s a little terrifyin’. I mean it is sometimes.
This picture sums up the accuracy of what I look like trying to be a good mom and a good person even though I’m screwing it up everyday and have no idea what I’m doing. I want to have the level of security and confidence (and humorous ease) that some people have when it comes to parenthood and life in general. It’s like they knew, planned, have resources, have friends, have that village that they can rely on. Everyone looking out for each other, I don’t know what that feels like. Am I having a pity party over here? Am I feeling sorry for myself? Yes, but also I’m just mad and envious and all kinds of frustrated. I’m quiety (quiety?…yes) I don’t know how to start small conversations because I don’t know who I am. I spend my time worrying about pleasing people and making them feel at ease and agreeing with what they say, but I do like conversing, I do have a small voice. About the sun, or how your kids are doing.
I think one day I will find the village, when I can tell my husband I am a good person and I can have friends that you can’t control who they are anymore!! when I stop thinking I have to be like everybody else, and worrying about people judging me all the time. And maybe when I don’t think I’m a piece of shit. Or a blob. Maybe I can be a blob and just accept it. Maybe there are other mediocre, monster mom blobs out there. I picture these blobs wobbling to the park with their kids…oh yeah, you’re a weird mom too? Hey, maybe you have a ton of regrets and are on the verge of a nervous breakdown too? I’m here for you too blob, i’m here for you too…
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