woooow, this blog is inactive. so here’s a weirdass-idk-what-i-was-doing sketch from a couple months ago. i drew things on my dash and tried rubbing cliche off my feet. also, my head was stuck in utter nostalgia over my favorite place in the world, hence the “miles away” and apples and forest fires and hills. to anybody other than me, this all appears stupid and just an off-the-head doodle in the back of my trig notebook, and overdoodled things of nature. but i realized it’s all so personal. car-rides, rolled down windows, foot on the dashboard, threes and apples and plain hills. even the writing was all super personal up unto the “where your name used to be”, haha. i was originally just going to write about the place, y’know?
180 miles away, there is a forest fire. i can feel the heat in my bones, the flames in my throat, the sticky apples and sap burning sweetness in my mouth where your name used to be.
the words and the doodles (for the most part) are really irrelevant, but that doesn’t matter much to me. i haven’t touched watercolors in so long, and i’m just really happy about this because what can go wrong with j. cole & colors!?
Yoooo, the waviness of half my sketchbook makes me happy (:
hello this is weird and idk holding a paintbrush makes me feel better even though i don’t do shit but splash colors on bullshit doodles. i hope i can scan something up later tonight.
boy, it’s been a long time. i didn’t do anything except just try to draw anything at all, while listening to lights please, hence the lyrics. :)
"i hope you’re doing okay. i hope you like this - sunshine, blue skies, when the world feels so much more alive. i still care about you. i hope you know that. it got me thinking— in one way or another, we always just seem to care. we’re human. it’s unstoppable. everything has meant something to me at one point in my life. it’s a punctuation or page number in my book: it’s there, and not the point of the story, but it helps. ebb and flow. punctuation — when you’ve said hello, when i slow down on my way outside to lunch to appreciate the trees and grass and air, when a stranger smiles at me - these things mean something. they are the foundation; you don’t write for the punctuation, but the punctuation helps you. comma, you pause. take a breath. realize what’s just happened or said. period, stop. halt in your life. remember that smile. let her voice sink into you. remember now, because your story will continue. but everything, all this that’s happened before, it’s mattered, i promise. and you - god, you’re an ampersand, always coming back & keeping my story going & elegantly typing together the most contradicting things & always here &
this is why i care. you, you and your being & voice & words & stained on every page that doesn’t even contain your name, &
i hope you’re doing okay.”
i’m a liar. (because my family thinks i’m doing homework, but guess what i’m currently doing)
Its 12:17 and im drawing on snapchat in bed and i told myself i would study math and bio and read but
I didnt do anything
All 10 hours ive been at home
Nothing except 6 math problems and giving up on everything else
I think im gonna kill my 100 in bio after tomorrow, oops.
sketchbook spread!!! with crappy phone quality because i can’t use my scanner yet and i just started doodling the right page right now. i miss creating …stuff
1. i can’t do clouds, nope nope nope
2. crayola watercolors son no bueno
3. #2’s really true for me but still sort of an excuse to make up for #1
by the way
i finished my thing… sort of
i was drawing a picture of some super modelesque stereotypical perfect dude on tumblr, but i think
i’m going to start something
i haven’t drawn in so long
i have homework to do and math to study but i just want to draw ):