sometimes I think I should get on with getting that kid’s book about Fox Song (that I actually finished) published and try writing more short illustrated stories
then I remember I write about geese who only see when they speak and turtles with cheese-grater eyes
sometimes I do studies of actual things in the actual world around me and I’m like damn I could make some really philosophical observation about this chair that I’ve lived with for years but I’ve never drawn and never noticed how the seams work or looked at the creases or how the fabric faded on that one side and isn’t it weird how we think we know these objects when in actuality we don’t know them at all and what amazingly little time we spend really observing and appreciating the world that makes up our reality-
ugh this is so bad I have this terrible habit of drawing on a pile of loose sheets of paper and sometimes I end up drawing up to the edge of a page before realizing it’s just been overlapping another one so I get things like this- although in this case it just made Tony look extra dorky so that’s fine I guess :|
but srsly I love that there’s a general headcanon that Tony makes any flowers he’s holding shrivel up and die (then again I’m fairly sure Notepad prefers them that way)
