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The beginning of The Grandma Comic, as I so affectionately refer to it. So far it has twelve panels planned out. We’ll see if I go crazy and make it longer still (let’s hope not).
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I am obnoxiously compulsive about which pens I use for writing, but annoyingly sloppy and half-hazard with regards to ones for drawing. Which may explain why my cursive is better than my illustrations.
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I made this tank top today by looking at another, similar dress I had made a few summers ago, and pulling some serious trial & error. The fabric is repurposed from two skirts I had every intention of wearing, but just never did. That is, generally, the story of my closet. Anything I don’t wear for six months gets made into something else, or tossed onto a friend’s living room floor for a clothing swap. Handmade! It’s good for everyone!
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Making new patterns from old clothes made from no patterns. I love my sewing machine.
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southfellini:

ladiesgottasers:

Artists featured on this Halifax, Nova Scotia electrical pole:
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Taking this shit international… on this side of the hemisphere anyway.

Please forgive the reblog — street art is my first love. This electrical pole is directly in front of my apartment building. I’ve plastered about ten of my own stickers on it over the past year, as well as at least ten more from other artists who mailed me their sticky art. It makes me feel like magic when I step out the front door and see this (though the stickers look different now). 
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(via batsudreamer)

It’s true. I do.
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I don’t feel like drawing anything demanding on my tablet today, as I’m short for time. Cats are a natural  go-to for a warm-up/doodle.

I’m really wishy-washy about colour, still. No surprise there. I have a penchant for pastel shades, so as soon as I drop a dollop of anything onto my page, it automatically looks like a feminine illustration. Now, I’m not looking to catch any flack over this (though I’m sure I will, regardless), I just don’t want my art style to be particularly feminine. I’ve no problem when other people have/manipulate a style like that, but personally, it’s just not my thing. 

I have a sneaking suspicion that my feeble attempts to play with digital colour are coming to a brutal end. Lately I’ve been craving my sketchbook and bristol paper again. I don’t like how often my pens run out of ink, but it sure as shit beats churning out pictures like the above every frigging day. 

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Learning about colour again today. Hating every minute of it. 
(I feel like my progress is particularly slow when it comes to digital-learnin’.)
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Nope.
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therealmikeholmes:

Mikenesses #66.

I Chris Ware’d myself.

I’ve been trying my very best to avoid reblogging these days. I don’t like the effect it has on the overall look of my blog for guests from outside the Tumblr community. There are times, however, when a reblog is an absolute must. Mike Holmes really took my breath away today with his Mikesnesses. (Comics without words are more special than most of us realize, me thinks.)
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Ahaha, oh man, I wish I could say I did this after a bottle of wine/drop of acid instead of on a Sunday morning. After coffee. At least I had coffee. Maybe I will become known as the adult artist who intentionally draws like a drunk child? That could be neat. 
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I’ve been told over and over to start getting into colour. I have to be honest: I hate working with colour. It could be trepidation, it could be taste, it could just be me being stubborn. I don’t know what it is, but I generally avoid colour like the plague. I like black ink. I like white paper. Why do I need more? (There are lots of reasons why I need more than black and white, don’t worry, I know.) So here we go. Me playing with colour again. This time digitally. I don’t think it will go over well. Arg. 
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