My rendition of Ariel, inspired by Tony DiTerlizzi’s mermaids for the Spiderwick Chronicles

9th grade paper art.

I’m just in a weird sort of mood so I thought I’d write some cliche poetry. I will undoubtedly regret this in the morning.

every moment a new being is dropped into the sea
and there is a struggle.

muscles burn,
breath is lost.

time passes while a battle is fought.
a battle of learning
noting how to move limbs
in order to stay afloat. 

then there is a brief calm.

the being has discerned their borders.
they now know where they stop
and where the sea holds them.

the water becomes just a part.
less than a tool.
just a part.

but the sea grows tired
of the being’s contamination.

the sea fights.

rolling waves, 
they smother the being
who is tied to the bottom
by ropes of what is known.

the water smacks against the face
crawling down the throat
into a place to which it was never invited.

the being weeps
and the sea relents
but only for a moment,
as rolling is the way of the sea.

but in the low tide the being breathes.

the warmth of relief
the bliss of disbelief
that the rolling hills will return.

the limbs float simply, dazed.

but see how the sea rises again
forgetting why it was forgiving
until the being finds an out.

one being snips the ropes of the known
and is swept away.
not as if under a rug,
but as if on a current.

another being pulls the plug
and the being
and the sea
collapse together.

the rolling waves of suffocation,
which so often
brought vivid images
of friendly death 
are 
finally
lost.

late night arting because i cant sleep

also drawing feet is stupid, so thats why the picture’s cut off 

okay, its just a wip, but it should eventually be a watercolor, if the pen ink doesnt make it too much of a gray blob

also i smudged it a bit with my hand, pooey

Thumbs up for leprosy

Another churchy doodle
The pastor was talking about leprosy

Here’s the side

I decorated a second pair with nail polish when I was bored.

I doodled this on the bus ride back from camp this week. I love drawing while on the road because it gives drawings a wobbly, sort of dreamy look that I like.

nailpolish doodle

Also this, which I actually like a lot.

I doodled this guy on the church program. I wish he was my grandpa.

This bag my sister gave me came with three decorative buttons sewn into it. I couldn’t remove them so I instead transformed them into my three favorite fandoms.

This is what procrastination looks like.