Taking it back to Doodletown. Carnival tomorrow.
Been thinking about my mom. In her early 20’s she raised me and my sister, by herself.
I cannot even imagine how difficult it was to feed a family of three on the income she made at Dress Barn or the Ground Round.
We fought a ton back then; “Why can’t I take saxophone anymore” or “Why do we need a babysitter?”
I’ve always been a little shit, and the strength it took her not to murder me in my sleep… well, it’s impressive.
My nephew turned 12 a couple weeks ago. He told me about a “documentary” on TV that proved that Mermaids were real. Thats enough for me.
I happened upon the show, it was on Animal Planet. Very compelling,
Still dealing with my loss. The next image is so self indulgent I’m actually embarrassed.
Imagine being in a relationship for 7 years, the last 6 a committed partnership, and then finding out you were simply paid for services when and how your partner deemed fit.
Does that mean that you were a whore the whole time?
And what is the appropriate response?
This has little to do with folk music. It was however, doodled at the Folk Festival.
I have been accumulating a ton of facing doodles. Nobody really likes em, but it’s an exercise to get the pencil goin’. This one has a lil’ color goin’ on (cue “ooh”s and “ahh”s).
Skipped an entire month for the first time.
No more of that… here’s a doodle from the beach.
The painting has two positions.