as soon as the weather gets chilly, i become the ultimate hermit (this can also apply for hot weather too). i don't know why i am like this. so i sit and push my pen around paper.
the next few weeks are all business. my days off will be with new projects(yay) and tying up the last loose ends with the old apartment(boo). so at the end of the day, all i want to do is curl up on my bed with a cup of milky tea or hot chocolate and draw. stream of conscious style. i feel like henry darger. a kind of crazy recluse with stacks and stacks of creepy girl drawings and collages that don't make much rhyme or reason. except he was a genius and i'm just a weirdo.
so i apologize for the illustration-heavy gratitude lists. i just am a busy bee who forgets to bring my camera.