I haven’t made much of anything since November. I keep having false starts. My old hangup of making things important or worthwhile is rearing its familiar head and I’m finding myself paralyzed with intention. Everything seems important now and many ideas are vying for top spot in my mind. It’s been a rough couple of months.

Until two weeks ago. I was doodling and drew this.

That little rock on the cliff instantly became a storyboard.

Which became this



and then this

Not to mention

That’s more than I’ve made maybe in the last half year and I can tell it’s been very good for my mental health. I’m finding the creating to be extremely meditative. The story too, unsurprisingly, is itself a meditation on being.

I’m calling it Tusho.