Drawing at the new place/image heavy**
I hummed and hawwed for days over what to start drawing. The stacks of boxes and work to be done made it hard to focus to do anything else.
This was going to be Optimus playing piano, with some care bears doing a carebear stare to cheer me up. When in doubt for what to draw during art block, comfort characters always help.
Shop in vacation mode, countdown on.
Shop is in holiday mode, moving in four days time. I found a place!
Art school memories & a pleasant surprise.
In a boomer voice “when I was your age I had to take two city busses to get from one side of Oakville to the other side to get to Sheridan. I would be carrying a backpack full of paint on my shoulders, this giant heavy portfolio in one hand, AND a toolbox in my other hand. My toolbox kept all my artist tools in it, rulers, markers, paintbrushes. This is what traditional artists had to do. And living in Canada meant I was dragging the portfolio through blizzards, sometimes the rain and snow we experienced during our commuting fucked our art up. I’d have to walk a mile in the sleet snow to the school doorsteps.-”
So it’s goodbye old friend. You bring me more “ehhhhhh” memories than good memories
Fighting homelessness! 2 weeks to go.
When I fill out the rental applications, I always state I’m a freelance illustrator first. I try to leave the disability part off because I know how much it deterrs prospective landlords.
But then they always want more info because Freelance Illustration isn't a steady job. So I have to explain the ODSP part after. And that's when they close my file and say thank you but no thanks.
No questions asked, no empathy, just immediate judgement.
Oh no my plant is too big. -grief work.
I stick the word “grief” in the titles so that readers who want nothing to do with those posts can avoid them. This post isn't overly sad, but it's still talking on death & loss.
Knowing the costs of renting a moving truck and the gas cost + moving to another city 30 minutes away = more mileage + more fees- I'm really trying to plan the minimum amount of trips and bring minimum stuff.
Easier said than done when some of your grief is wrapped up in attachment to things that the dead left behind.
