flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
So, I’ve been working on
the railroad rebuilding my portfolio website, and I got to the part where I’m supposed to upload a photo of me, and eugh. I always hate photos of me, plus, ideally, I wanted a photo of me drawing or sewing, and that requires another human, and asking friends to snap photos of me makes me feel like a douche. Luckily, I came up with a plan involving a hand mirror.
Don’t worry, I’m not pulling a Georgia O’Keefe, just doing a speedy self-portrait. It’s like a selfie, but with pastels and self delusion.
So there’s that.
Also, squishy long-distance (and therefore non-creepy) hugs to the three people who’ve ordered calendars so far! I’m pretty sure I know who one of you is, because of Facebook, but Redbubble keeps sales anonymous, so thanks, anonymous people!