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May. 4th, 2025 10:54 pmI've spent most of the past couple days having some sort of existential breakdown. This is because I've been wanting to post my art online not because I'm proud of my work (though I am -- itself very weird) or because I want to be able to live off of it (a man can always dream), but because I think it is good enough that other poeple would enjoy seeing it. I keep coming up with reasons to send pictures of my sketchbook to friends. I'm having positive feelings about myself/my skills/my place in the world and it is freaking me the fuck out. Where is this coming from? When's the other shoe gonna drop?! I don't even know where people post art on the internet in these AI-riddled times!
As I've been telling my friends: I'm clearly in my delulu era.
Anyway. I broke open my birthday present to myself, because it is finally relevant: my friend Jonathan is on his way to castle Dracula again. You can see it in the picture below:

French tradition/folklore holds that giving out lily-of-the-valley for May 1 brings good luck to both gifter and giftee.
No, I don't know how Miss Creant managed to hold up the plastic sprig like this without any thumbs.
As I've been telling my friends: I'm clearly in my delulu era.
Anyway. I broke open my birthday present to myself, because it is finally relevant: my friend Jonathan is on his way to castle Dracula again. You can see it in the picture below:

French tradition/folklore holds that giving out lily-of-the-valley for May 1 brings good luck to both gifter and giftee.
No, I don't know how Miss Creant managed to hold up the plastic sprig like this without any thumbs.