Bestiary Project October 2008

Either one of two things is going to happen around 9:00 tonight: I am going to turn into a pumpkin or fall like a stone through the blackest most velvet sleep I have ever known. I battled droopy eyelids all day today and now, approaching the completion of all my tasks and sucking down 99¢ wine (White Heron - "Slightly sweetened" white wine - atrocious, but a treat compared to Black Mountain's pastry coffee), sleep is sure to be fast, deep, and dark.

The thing I have to learn and accept is that artwork is going to be a lot slower to come by these days, and I have to practice patience and persistence.

I procrastinated for days on this collaborative bestiary project, finally working out a draft last night, a second draft tonight, and tomorrow I'll produce the final work just in time to deliver it to Echo Curio.



A description will accompany it.

This rubbing alcohol wine is a bad bad habit, though you have to admit that a bottle of wine never talked back nor fell unwittingly in love. I wonder what my heart's intentions are, my secret empathy summons trouble to it, and yet, for all the world, I cannot be satisfied. My feet are on the ground, but my heart longs to be across the sea.

Everything is all right.

Everything is not all right.