All good things come to an end...
...and the same goes for this year’s GISH.
This year we’ve helped clear farm of landmines in Laos. Even gotten some long-needed aid to the innocent souls who’ve been hurt by the leftovers of war and hatred. It moves me to see that there’s still compassion, that maybe there’s reason not to lose faith in humanity just yet and that it will spread.
Thankfully there’s still the glory of HARSH which leads to the coffee table book. And of course there are the amazing memories. And I’ve still got the most amazing friends (basically the team I’ve enjoyed GISHing with these two past seasons) whom I adore!
But GISH itself is over.
What have I done? Not as much as I would like ‘cause I’d started new work. But I got a few things sorted in the name of TheModern19:
Like Crowley and Aziraphale enjoying a sundae on a Sunday:
Or the very stylish new footwear under the Lego trademark umbrella:
Not to mention art worth every penny: (yes, that’s the Queen of England and Misha Collins)
But why stop there? No, I enjoyed tripping the Light Fantastic!
And then there was the googly eye beard on a lumberjack, the Collector’s Trading Card (GISHimon) featuring my team, and the origin story of this ear’s mascot (The AssButt) where I had the honour of drawing a page from the children’s book version:
Did I say I love all that is GISH and the wonderful team I’m on? Those people have dragged me out of a depressive episode, brought joy to my life and become trusted friends whom I’d go out of my way to help...and visit.
So yeah,
I blame you, @mishacollins and @gishwhes for all the wonders of the past week.














