It’s been a while since I’ve doodled a mush brain. A brain that lately has been mush. Oh well, that’s actually 90 % of the time. A brain certainly downtrodden.

I remind myself I’m going to make it anyway.
It’s been a while since I’ve doodled a mush brain. A brain that lately has been mush. Oh well, that’s actually 90 % of the time. A brain certainly downtrodden.

I remind myself I’m going to make it anyway.

I’ve been in a creative slump, it feels like for a couple of months. And just also even writing, ugh, it’s like I have an empty brain. I haven’t been out exploring! Perhaps, been busy getting ready for the holidays, wanting to be more present with my family, trying to work as hard as I can to make it a magical time of year for them.
So here’s just an ordinary, repetitive mush brain. Ordinary repetitive doodle. Because sometimes repetition leads to some form of understanding. Maybe when you see the patterns, you can create a better understanding of what it is that makes creativity an ordinary, but extraordinary way of life. Ahhhhh I’m a mush brain ….

Half head with its big dumb brain exposed, embarrassed and hiding.
I really do hope I come up with some better ideas besides birds, brains, heads, slugs, and turtles. But until then those will be in heavy rotation on the mush site! Sorry, but consistency seems to be therapeutic!!

Here’s the brain but in color.
Still struggling. Damn you, brain. Get it together. Stop thinking so damn much. Thoughts aren’t always facts, and you really never know what people are actually thinking either. So best put it to rest, brain!

Today calls for a brain doodle. It’s been a while, repetition is the key to life in art. I suppose I’ve said that numerous times over the years…
Ugh, I’m tired of my brain…
I’m tired of thinking dumb thoughts all the time…
My brain looks droopy, it carries too much, too many thoughts. All too heavy …
With half head, no brains. Notta brains…



Bringing back the half heads for a brief moment to remember that growth can suddenly crumble to dirt with any sudden shift, and almost you feel certain that you’re back to hiding again from everything and everyone. Not knowing if you’re even sure you made any progress to begin with. Then you sort of stop yourself from spiralling into the overwhelming thoughts void. That oh yeah, I’m sorry I sound like an idiot I will get through this momentary setback of overwhelming thoughts and emotions and the unknown. Just as I did before, I will again. Inch forward as slowly as possible (oh does this call for a slug doodle?)
I feel I have brain damage from a lot of things, seriously. I think I used to be smarter and could draw better than this… Time to reflect then.
I did say I was going to do an Ugh Brain after the Ugh Slug. Still in the ughs of my life…

The ughs of my life …
Still …
Mush for Brains!

I haven’t drawn a brain in a while! This one is a rather festive brain..typical for this time of year.

I don’t know how much hiding this brain is actually doing since it clearly looks like a brain (half of a head too) laid flat on the ground, exposed to all! Oh my, exposed. For all to see, its flaws, its squiggly-ness.
Hiding in some grass? You can’t hide any longer, dear brain, you must embrace your flaws and your squiggly-ness because everyone is here and doesn’t seem to mind your brain at all. So come on out of hiding and be your big mushy self!
It’s okay to feel shame, to make mistakes. It’s okay that you’re not like all the others, smart and predictable. Like a heartless robot. No, that’s not you. You forget things, and say things wrong but don’t mean to. Maybe you are just going so fast, so excited to say something it comes out all bibbity, boppity. It gets a little scrambled. That’s okay, we like mush brain. We really do.
Oh, but since you’re out there exposed in some grass, watch out for the zombies. I mean it is Halloween time. On second thought, find a better hiding spot. Hide anyway, you don’t want to get eaten by zombies. I’m sorry I said all those positive reinforcements, now I feel I have gotten you so exposed that zombies are surely going to find you and eat your delicious, beautiful squiggly brain. GET OUT OF THE GRASS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, they’re going to eat you!!
-CM

Everyone’s brain is squishy. But is yours squiggly? Squiggly and squishy? I believe mine is. But I can’t really tell lest I open it up, take a peek inside and touch around and see. I think you just have to have an intuition about these things. And squiggly is just another word for silly or floppy right? And floppy with words and mannerisms in every social setting. Maybe even a little dumb when you’re trying to be normal and converse. If this resonates with you then you might have a squiggly brain.
I’ve spent the greater part of the day going over the conversations and the lack of conversations I had this weekend at a social gathering. And I really just worried myself and kicked myself and cried a little.
Then felt guilt and shame and blamed myself for not being a good parent for this and that. And really just blowing it all out of proportion. I don’t even know why except maybe it’s my squiggly brain that’s at fault. Then I think this is probably why I don’t have any friends or close friends for that matter. I start to over analyze even what I’m going to say or act around them. I can’t be authentic. So no one can really get to know me. Because if they did then they would know that squiggly brains aren’t stupid, or awkward. They are some of the best brains around.
And so the theme for the week or for a while is (why! I have never even started themes for any of my blogs)
Is BRAINS.
-CM