Still experimenting with different styles, which is why my drawings are visually all-over-the-place. This one was inspired by, ah, an artist on Instagram. Content seemed relevant as hell the day I stumbled upon his profile; I’ll leave it at that.
I rewind in multiples of 3 6 5, count on my fingers when it’s orangey hot outside. I’m blinded at 8, sweaty-drowning at 4, despairing at 2, and counting down to 1 (12, 11, 10–)
Think Lua, Bright Eyes, cramped attics, friendship and sleepovers. How what’s ‘so simple in the moonlight/by the morning never is’. And today when I wake up it feels like hot winter in the middle of December.
Early morning ‘s forgetting when all I can do is remember.