Cracking evening at the wedding over the weekend. #wedding #familiarplaces #UncleAl #Nudge #lovelife (at Longburton)

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Cracking evening at the wedding over the weekend. #wedding #familiarplaces #UncleAl #Nudge #lovelife (at Longburton)
#reading #poetry #books #usedbooks #laquinta #california #thebookrack #pickofday #nolibrarytoday #vintage #familiarplaces #coachellavalley #life (at La Quinta, California)
Ol’ toony Alt-Soundwave for some comfort sketches today.
I am my mother’s son, my sister’s brother, and my wife’s husband.
I am me because of them.
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Thank you times infinity to the women in my life that have shaped who I am today.
#InternationalWomensDay every day.
I appreciate and love you.
♥️
A piece I made last year on this day.
I exhaled a little.
Still a ton of work to do, but I’ll dance on the misery of fascists while doing it.
“The Byonder - Studio 54 - Circa 1977”
Personal project - 2020
“Still waiting...”
Panel illustrations from a personal project.
The Comfort of Familiar Places
Going back to the locations that have quietly held parts of your life has a profoundly reassuring quality. The café where you've spent innumerable afternoons, the same two chairs cosy from past exchanges, and the quiet murmur of people nearby that somehow serves as background music for your thoughts. Or that one area in your room, perhaps close to the window, where the light falls precisely at a particular hour and softens everything. I've recently come to understand how therapeutic it is to opt for familiarity over constant change. These little spaces turn into tiny havens when life seems too loud or overwhelming. They just allow you to exist; they make no demands of you.
We often talk about new adventures, new experiences, new scenery… but I think there’s a special kind of beauty in revisiting the same old places with a new version of yourself. It reminds you of how far you’ve come, how much you’ve grown, and how certain things remain steady even when everything else shifts.
Maybe romanticising life isn’t always about chasing newness. Maybe it’s also about appreciating the quiet, unchanged corners of your world that continue to feel like home.