these snakes were ripped off directly out of carl jung's red book, and those kites were ripped off directly from the sky on a windy day in newport. 

when in doubt, draw breakfast. that is my general philosophy. especially if your breakfast was a good one at a favorite diner shared with someone you like very much.

interestingly, here is a second scent-focused comic in a row. apparently odors were big this week. 
also pictured here is the last foot-ocean dip of the year. it was cold, but the water was so pretty, that i had to stick my toes in there. also, the color coordination was nearly too much to bear. 

grad school is hard! i spend so much time on the train and not drawing in my sketchbook. I'm sorry that these updates are so few and far between. I'll try to be better, as usual, but it is unlikely.
this is a portrait of how i look on the train, with a floating orb of everything in the world floating over my head. 

i am making a small embroidery of part of this sketchbook page, to be shown (and hopefully sold!)  at the LIBERTY ELM DINER sometime in november, so keep your ears open for more news about that.
it also turns out, according to Jesse Thompson, that i was not referring to my hamstring, but actually my achilles tendon, which is a way better name for a body part.


and, here is a promise: I will not let two months go by ever again without updating this blog. don't give up hope.

it is really amazing that even single person in the world puts themselves at risk for heartbreak in some way or another, when it is such a proven dangerous bet.


greg and i were walking in the woods near the ocean and a deer nonchalantly crossed our path. i said, 'oh! was that our patronus?!" and greg said, "no, your patronus is goat cheese and my patronus is a nap."

it is important to leave space at the table just in case someone wants to join you for dinner.

an accident of red paint on blue paint! it is more beautiful than anything i could ever do on purpose. 
and a view of the sentinels from the porch of the hot club in the rain. 

that tiny penguin was a ridiculous swimmer. also he fell off of the rocks a lot. i think i overheard the trainers say his name was "phillip", which is a very great name for a penguin.


also, later, greg informed me that what i have drawn him saying in that comic is not actually what he said, but i am the comics maker, so, if i draw it, then it happened. 

i am very very terrible at being woken up from naps. i bit greg when he did it. it is not my best attribute. also, i'm a sleep puncher. and apparently am a nutritional wreck. 

hahaha. linus leapt accidentally into the fountain. 


i will keep that little envelope sealed forever.

maria was in the fog at cormorant rock, when we went the day before hurricane irene. then we holed up and buckled down and only got some wind and rain, but not the unknown experience we were prepared for. 

a mountain made of hatchmarks. days and days.

THIS REALLY HAPPENED. we were walking and a tiny cat was following us and i stopped to look at it (and, uh, talk to it) and when greg turned around, it had LEAPT ONTO MY HEAD. we figured it was probably an omen but i am not a very good parser of omens. 

greg had this tiny onion he planted in a box outside of his door and one day it was GONE and there was a hole in its place and we are pretty sure that it flew away. 

some small struggles, on this page. 
the swampy drawing on top is mostly a piece of scrap paper i used to dab my brush on until i realized it was the most beautiful drawing i ever made, and then i drew on top of it and accidentally made it worse. that is a running theme in my life, art-wise.

it is so easy to have drawing envy of other people's drawings. i get so mad sometimes that i didn't make the things that people i admire have made.


and, is it just me, or were the clouds this summer REALLY beautiful and overwhelming? maybe i am just being more observant, but, definitely the skies have been amazing.

i picked wildflowers and we made a small taco offering for someone who is gone. 

sketchbook block happened for a while. stupid brick wall.

i went to visit a teacher/friend and her family in Maine, and she has many beautiful daughters. two of them are twin girls, one of whom is more cryptic and confusing than the other. obviously, this is the cryptic one. 
separately, in the second comic, linus felt jealous and needy and greg didn't like it.