All of these meaningless space pics and no narrative or even context except the astronomical phenomena I try to emulate.

Ive thought about it—I haven’t even tried it yet—but I haven’t even attempted to try and make any sort of space painting for Lignamira and it’s host system Humucera. Like what are you afraid of Past- and Present-? Committing to the details? Future- is going to have to take care of it, like usual, and fucking Present- has no way of weaseling out of this either. It doesn’t even have to be arranged like an orrery, just produce one establishing shot/image and move on. Solidify its existence.

Start fucking writing again, you goddamned dunce.

Anyway…all these space paintings, at least the Firsts, may inadvertently go into this children’s storybook I had an idea for. Seconds, Thirds and Compost may end up getting sold, stowed, sacrificed or set ablaze. We’ll see what my mental state is like when that time comes