The other day I had the itch to sketch it out, here was the result:
When I was in college I had an unhealthy obsession with Daniel Johns from Silverchair. He had a side project called The Dissociatives, which was completely insane to my alternative loving self at the time, but the lyrics really spoke to me.
Here is the video to give you a visual:
Maybe my morning pages have been giving me deep thoughts, but here are a selection of lyrics that were swimming in my head while drawing:
“when everyone’s a stranger
they call for you by your first name
and laugh at jokes you once made
when you were a kid”
“i’m plagued by small town fascists
like a rash on my skin”
“when paintings seem like bargains
but they’re nothing but wallpaper”
The illustration reminds me of myself a long time ago. Kinda quirky, ready for crazy, and usually smiling on the outside. I’ve been thinking a lot about being “grown up” these days, which had me reflecting on the days where people ask you, “Where do you think you’ll be in 10 years?”
Are you where you thought you’d be? Where do you think you’ll be? Something to think about for sure.