Day 29: Flaking And Flaking

Day 29: Flaking and flaking

Funeral for a friend: decay, extinction, and saying goodbye

This paper-mache 1:1 scale allosaurus bust holds a special place in my heart, he’s one of the first sculptures I ever made. Apologies for the level of scientific accuracy here—it was 2013, I was young and naive.

The planets have aligned in an unfortunate way, and it’s time for me to send him off to the great beyond. I’ve fretted for a long time about how to do this.

I decided to let him slip away in a slow decay, rather than a blaze of glory. I’ll be documenting my buddy here slowly melt back into the earth. He’s made of paper, cardboard, and flour paste; I’ll gather up his polymer clay teeth as they shake loose during his final rest in my parents’ backyard. Big thank you to my folks for allowing me to do this weird thing.

For as long as it takes I’ll document the process of my allosaurus friend disappearing. I’ve been thinking a lot about loss and goodbyes in the past few years. Decay too. The permanence of it all makes my stomach twist, even for a silly dinosaur sculpture. Once it’s gone it can’t come back

A couple kitty commissions I made earlier this year

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Soup comic #4: Happy Eyes

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I’ve been recovering from a concussion, trying to take it easy, trying not to look at screens too much. Can’t remember the last time I’ve gone this long without drawing, but really felt the itch to doodle a couple Neanderthal portraits today

I think it went well! Have had hominins on the mind lately, and it was nice to experiment with a very casual stab at paleoart in that area

Sometimes when you make comics you draw a face you like. Hope I did justice to the pencils?

Day 5: Overcast today, the first rains should be hitting our Allosaurus this evening. I’m not used to thinking of art as something impermanent, in the way we’re impermanent. I look to my cat, the people in my life, I know we’re not here forever and one of us will have to lose the other at some point. But art can live on forever, right? At least a very long time. It feels so weird to choose loss

Funeral for a friend: decay, extinction, and saying goodbye

This paper-mache 1:1 scale allosaurus bust holds a special place in my heart, he’s one of the first sculptures I ever made. Apologies for the level of scientific accuracy here—it was 2013, I was young and naive.

The planets have aligned in an unfortunate way, and it’s time for me to send him off to the great beyond. I’ve fretted for a long time about how to do this.

I decided to let him slip away in a slow decay, rather than a blaze of glory. I’ll be documenting my buddy here slowly melt back into the earth. He’s made of paper, cardboard, and flour paste; I’ll gather up his polymer clay teeth as they shake loose during his final rest in my parents’ backyard. Big thank you to my folks for allowing me to do this weird thing.

For as long as it takes I’ll document the process of my allosaurus friend disappearing. I’ve been thinking a lot about loss and goodbyes in the past few years. Decay too. The permanence of it all makes my stomach twist, even for a silly dinosaur sculpture. Once it’s gone it can’t come back