I Barfed Out My Soul And All I Got Were These Charming Animals

I Barfed Out My Soul And All I Got Were These Charming Animals - student project

Do you cry at happy endings? Is that release almost more difficult than being negative? Does channeling optimism feel vulnerable in this world?

While you mull over that, here are some animals.

I Barfed Out My Soul And All I Got Were These Charming Animals - image 1 - student project

This is my first set.

Admirably. I'm a tea fiend (I review for SororiTeaSisters), so naturally I had to do at least one stiff-upper-lip thing.

Pennywise. It's important to look forward to things.

Miss People. "It's okay to miss people. It's also okay not to." I feel bad sometimes at what a relief "social distancing" is. I don't feel obligated to keep up with what I see on social media -- because no one else is doing anything, either. It's so nice and quiet.

Quit Your Novel. I was a "writer" once. A part of me feels obligated to write a novel, but I need to release that. If I TRULY wanted to write a novel, I'd just write one. It's not a priority, and that's fine. 

I Barfed Out My Soul And All I Got Were These Charming Animals - image 2 - student project

Nope. Less doom-scrolling. More literally anything else.

Trash Panda. I can like what I want to, even if it's (metaphorical) garbage. 

Progress Takes Time. I'm going through a thing, so time has been a theme for several (not all of which are posted here). 

Soon. The one-year anniversary of a hurtful thing is about a week away. I'm hoping (!) that a trip around the sun, one journey of each season, will be enough distance for some peace. 

Phew, that was emotional, sorry guys. Here are some fun extras.

I Barfed Out My Soul And All I Got Were These Charming Animals - image 3 - student project

Petty Betty the F-Unicorn. I asked my husband to flip me off as reference. He held it for a little longer than was necessary, maybe. I'm also not sure he needed both hands.

Gritting, not Quitting. I can't resist Philadelphia's ice hockey mascot, Gritty. He is like an overgrown, rude Cookie Monster. If you're not American, or just don't follow sports, take some time out of your day to look up this creature. He runs around "naked," posts crass things, and acts ridiculous. He is a wonderfully yucky mascot. I disliked leaving my beautifully-curated palette for him, but he's orange and black, and there's nothing I can really do about that. 

These were drawn by hand, photographed/scanned, and drawn/colored/grunged in Photoshop using custom brushes I made myself. (If it's not tedious, why even show up, man?) Usually I work on paper, but I wanted them to be consistent, which is easier with saved swatches. 

Thanks for joining me, friends. There are more that are either personal or unfinished, but we've completed our journey together.

Leah Lucci
Chatty Muppet Who Draws
Teacher