Weekly thingy and Temperance/The Fisherwoman and Her Wife, AKA the most rebellious card.
Shwmae a croeso, my cute little pili-palas! (Hello and welcome, and pili-pala is butterfly, although I just found out that the plural is a whole sparate word so hi, this … Continue reading
I finished a sweater just in time for SCORCHING HEAT.
Also it’s not like I’m leaving the apartment much anyhow. Maybe I’ll crank the AC and wear it to my next Zoom meeting. Also also I still need to block … Continue reading
Dragons dragons dragons, keep on drawing dragons, I’m not bored with dragons, rawhide!
In case you’re like, “Ooh, what perfect circles, she’s an amazing draftsman!” nope, I cheated, erased my crappy circles, and made these on the computer. SPEAKING OF THINGS I ERASED … Continue reading
And then I took a break from knitting to draw a cartoon about a sweater.
This too shall pass – y’all know by now how I get sucked into a craft obsessively for a while, then switch.
Who drew a building? This girl! Well, part of one. Shut up, buildings are hard.
Haven’t gotten to colour yet because, between show tickets Sunday and Passover Monday and Tuesday, this is the first time I’ve been home and conscious for more than an hour … Continue reading
I was going to say something about the lady in the water, but then I remembered that that’s an iffy Shyamalan movie.
Anyway, in this case the lady IS the water. Ha! Twist ending! Also, I haven’t felt the need to say anything political lately because ARE YOU KIDDING ME, YOU … Continue reading
Drawing is fun. Drawing repetitive patterns is the best. All work and no play makes Nara a dull girl.
But no, actually, I lurve doing this stuff. K was watching me do the scales on the lizard and she was all, “ooh, tons of tiny scales, teehee” and then … Continue reading
Road trip, part two. In which I piss off Arkansans. Is that what they’re called?
I feel like somebody’s going to bitch at me about this, since I have no idea if jug bands are even a thing in Arkansas. Look, I’m just telling you … Continue reading
Tarot: In which I complain about lettering AGAIN, because I am a whiny bitch. Also, King of Pentacles, Ace of Cups.
You know what word is a pain in the ass to write over and over again, in fancy schmancy lettering, when I’m clearly terrible at spacing anyway? Pentacles. You know … Continue reading
Last one, until it isn’t anymore. I don’t know what that thing he’s holding is in the original illustrations, but in mine it’s a donut on a stick.
IT’s not implausible that I’ll eventually want to do more face cards, but for now, we’re moving on. Not necessarily onwards and upwards, but probably onwards and sideways-ish. Ooh, hey, … Continue reading
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