This is us all day everyday

(traced) You better run. Nothing good can come from this...

Don't do jobs, kids!

(traced) You better run. Nothing good can come from this...

Don't do jobs, kids!

Make small guys go BIG!!

This is us all day everyday

𐑣𐑧𐑤 𐑘𐑧𐑩!!

Canis telespectatorem videt et subrridet. "Et quomodo canis exspectabo, etiam si me nocet", in imago scribitur

Ab x.com/caninepoetry_ in Twitter

#latinitas

#latinitas

Liber primus

Liber secundus

Sunt!

After a lengthy period of consideration, we've decided to give up working on art, at least for the foreseeable future. Thank you for accompanying us. That is all.

Does anyone here ever feel a bit overwhelmed by BlueSky?

So many cool people doing so many cool things... You can never really keep up with it.

In fact, the same goes for our 40 IB followers. Why do we get zero to no traction anywhere?

We've got over 100 followers, which, for BlueSky, is quite a substantial amount. So why is it that practically no one sees our art or posts on here?

Jenny Wren, Blackthorn and lettering using words by A A Milne.

But I think I was meant to do this.
It is my 'thing'. And I hope I'll be able to carry on.
And if not, it's been wonderful painting and drawing all these beautiful creatures.

I hope you've enjoyed seeing a bit of the 'journey'.

It's been 15 years now.
And now I'm better (after so much practice) at watercolour painting. And really enjoy it. And this is what my work looks like these days.
It's a process. It's not been easy. In fact it's really bloody hard right now and I'm scared.
Cont.

This is our autistic little brain when absolutely anything goes wrong ever

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee.
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.
Emily Dickinson

This is our autistic little brain when absolutely anything goes wrong ever

Painting in the sun, my favourite ☀️🍷

"The little cares that fretted me, I lost them yesterday Among the fields above the sea, Among the winds at play.” Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Avebury stones on a winter's morning.

"The little cares that fretted me, I lost them yesterday Among the fields above the sea, Among the winds at play.” Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
Avebury stones on a winter's morning.

“Oh, how you shine with your heart full of moonlight and your soul full of stars.” Author unknown 2 Hares with a golden background.

“Oh, how you shine with your heart full of moonlight and your soul full of stars.” Author unknown 2 Hares with a golden background.

Two versions of the same picture.
But the first is how the original glowed when the sun caught it.

“Oh, how you shine with your heart full of moonlight and your soul full of stars.” Author unknown

No, it was cool as heck!!

A curled up hare with yellow poppies. And words from Emily Dickinson - Unable are the loved to die for love is immortality.

Emily Dickinson
Unable are the loved to die for love is immortality.

Just one of the cards in my bereavement card pack. Which I hope makes writing in such a difficult time more bearable.

Who doesn't?

cæt

gatito even

Moby Dick

Outside the funny name, it's such a pointless drag. You could remove half the book and the story is completely unchanged (we know at least one edition that did that) and what's left is STILL entirely devoid of anything even remotely interesting.