the things you find on a usb

most times the sketches are the longest parts.. that and thinking about them all the time.
It feels like living in different minds at once sometimes.
this install was about the feeling of losing yourself

(draft for installation at the Art Gallery of Hamilton - “THIS IS SERIOUS: Canadian Indie Comics” )

“And now, to see what I feel”—- 2019, plywood and acrylic - see final here

p.s. sticker giveaway still on for the month of May (see previous post) thank you to those who sent some beautiful messages ~ they were so thoughtful and loving <3

thanks to 1% talent (ilu) there’s some holographic stickers around—— i’m not sure if anyone follows blogs anymore, but it’s been so nice to make some posts and express my cheese feelings~

what i’m trying to say is if you see this i’ll send a sticker to you :)

please send you mailing address to ness@nesslee.com and i’ll send you one !

to ease my shyness in being emo here, if you say something from the heart i’ll send you both stickers (can be any honest expression he ha)

i have some super old canadian superman stamps and a few rolls of us stamps - it’ll be snail mail, patience can be exciting :0 ? i’ll do everywhere else by snail style, fingers crossed~!

i’ll do this till the end of the month, that’s if anyone sees this * update * I’ll extend this for the rest of May* :)

open

to close

there are so many ways i can and can’t anymore

things staring back

it’s been hard to say anything to no one

“i was born into a world so polite no one ever told the truth about anything”

Drunk with love by Ellen Gilchrist

i woke up hearing this song.. a co worker at the hotel (King) would once and while sing a bit of this to me very publicly at the restaurant in the morning, he has one of those singing voices that can carry so far

https://youtu.be/bv_cEeDlop0

idk why today was so hard

i will produce the most uneventful time lapses

does anything ever send you to a moment in time, like you’re reliving it again?
sometimes its hard to document work. I find I have to do it when i’m ready to go there

in awe of writers, who can find the words-

it’s something i struggle with, often needing time to find them and express them. that’s why drawing has always been a way i can feel like i am speaking what i went through, how i am feeling

to come across written words that help me understand what i have been feeling and going through or just to feel that someone has harnessed those feelings and experiences to find those words and to be able to share,

just so grateful to creatives who put their art out there, it can be so vulnerable + healing

( ty studio ānanda )

cherish your pleasures

to be able to choose, decide when, for how long, the feeling it gives you- all of that stuff is something worth caring for, i think.. a moment to meet yourself. it can be hard to find the way back

my mind will be the end of me

back to looping the same song everyday. I can’t seem to shake how intoxicatingly cyclical living has been

deep down hasn’t been a good place but thankful for this good place

I heard this somewhere, “to hurt another is to hurt ourselves”

grief will live with you

I’ve been watching more horror movies/series, letting myself be elsewhere
More like just “The Haunting” Series (Hills + Bly) and Hereditary with a friend- but still,
I forgot how much I love horror/thrillers- theres something about it
And i’m not really one for the blood and gore
I frankly don’t think my heart can handle the sudden scares
its the story of it all…there’s a mourning, a sort of “left behind” that remains

I think it was in the Hills series where Shirley says, “When we die, we become stories“
And I haven’t stopped thinking of stories since-- especially how much they matter?
It reminded me of Ocean Vuong’s interview on On Being, “A Life Worthy of Our Breath”
That podcast episode, I think about so so often,
I feel so differently about fire escapes ever since.
the way we speak about ourselves, to ourselves
to each other- we carry words

https://onbeing.org/programs/ocean-vuong-a-life-worthy-of-our-breath/
(the unedited version, if you have the time)