Fuckit vol 9, “Actual Fucking Things” is out, and for this one I made some visual art.
I do not know why this one felt like the end of something, but it did.
(It’s not; I have made a promise to myself to submit to this ‘zine every issue unless something catastrophic happens, and since I literally sent a piece in while watching the news on Jan. 6, 2021, it’s clearly gonna have to be super fucking catastrophic to stop me.)
(That is not a dare, Universe. Just let me do my thing over here, okay?)
So, anyway, because of that ending feeling, I made some art out of my art. Also a bit of the husband’s art (he made the bottle caps). And the art we created jointly but that is now their own ongoing project (with permission from said Zweeble).
So, end of Part 1. On to Part 2. For me, anyway. Dunno about the others involved in this experiment.