I kinda like the waiting. I have a lot going, in my life. My penpal in France did a tarot reading for me, and I’m waiting for what she wrote about it to arrive in the mail. The waiting feels delicious. I like anticipation.
I became an artist somehow, besides a writer–I like drawing again. It just didn’t occur to me, for a long time. Or I felt so bad at it, I felt scared to try.
Now I think it’s ok to draw badly–who cares. I can just be like it’s outsider art and think the badness has a charm of its own. Yes, that’s intentional!
Feels good to change. I guess it started with an ATC assignment. I like drawing naked people best–naked people are my favorite kind of people. Vulnerable, beautiful.
Penpalling and zine making go together. You gotta put a note. You could just write a vague hello on the back of the envelope, which happens, but why not write a letter. You probably love this person or wouldn’t be sending a zine to begin with.
Zines are my love letters to the world, in a way. Lots of ways to love people. Words, touch, food. Presents.
We harvested radish seeds yesterday. Ming is cool. I love how he’s a yea-sayer and yay-sayer, but also an instigator of excellence. He has great ideas. What a good sweetie.
