It doesn’t have to be good. It just has to be something.
Stop making excuses and just do it.
There’s somethin’ strange/in your alphabet/who ya gonna call?
GHOSTBUSTERS!
Orthographical oddity: GHOST is one of a handful of English words whose letters are all in alphabetical order. (There are a few, especially containing -ost: host, most, lost, almost, etc.)
I like words, and the letters that make them up.
Silly story behind this one—it’s based on a spam link posted in the Threadless forums.
A week ago, there were a ton of spam blogs posted… and some of them had truly inspiring titles (“Rewards of Squander Administration” “How Does Herbal Incense Help You Relax?”). I tried to get some other community members to make designs based on the spam postings, but I think I’m the only one who’s actually followed through so far.
Anyway, this is Mitsubishi timing belt replacement tips. The flower started out as the Mitsubishi logo (you can still kinda see it), and it’s offering you a life/car repair tip on what I can only assume is a timing belt.*
If you get a kick out of this sort of thing, it’s up for voting over on Threadless. Go score it!
*I do not actually know what a timing belt is. My original sketch involved a clock.
You told me more lies than the stars in the sky; you’ll never get to heaven when you die…
It’s from a song that makes me smile.
It’s not exactly a happy song, but it makes me smile, just the same.
I am overwhelmed, sometimes, by the staggering beauty of humanity and the vast, cosmic loveliness of the universe.
We are all star stuff.
Vote for it on Threadless or buy a print (cheap!) at Society6.
Alphabetter. Vote for it on Threadless!
This is a really old idea that I never finished—but I’ve been trying to clear out my “unfinished projects” folder, so a lot of once forgotten designs are seeing the light of day. It’s pretty fun, actually. There are several things I gave up on, just because I didn’t have the skillset necessary to create what I’d envisioned—and now I know how to do them! (It’s scary to lose your excuses!)
It’s also very light work, pulling together old ideas like this. I’d written them off, so I’m not as emotionally invested in them—the whole creative process is a lot less stressful when you’re doing things strictly for fun. I like it.
Sometimes when I’m in a bad mood, I doodle myself inspirational sayings. (This results in a much nicer collection of things than when I was in middle school and wrote angsty poetry instead.)
I was pretty down last night—worried about my life, frustrated with my art, and just generally not feeling hopeful. It’s morning now, though, and things seem brighter.
They usually do, I’ve found.
Raise your hand if you went through an awkward Emily Dickenson LOVE phase when you were a teenager.
Yeah. Me, too.
I think it was probably the summer of 2001. I checked out all of her poetry books from the library and lay in the driveway (strange but true!) reading and memorising them.
(I don’t remember why it was important to me to memorise them. I think I just liked memorising things. Actually, let’s be honest: I still like memorising things.)
