You Shapeshifter
journal entry
last night I woke from anxious sleep. for some reason I remembered that the character of peter pan was described as still having all of his baby teeth. it's such a small detail thats probably overlooked...but I never forgot it. I'm not even sure why. It's not a particularly important detail...but it got me thinking of the movie Hook. I made a note to rewatch it over xmas break...something I did every few years when I was younger. then without looking down I crossed out the scribbled reminder. seeing Robin Williams on the screen would no doubt make me cry. does anyone really belong anywhere— you could be standing on a cliff or sitting on a bench in a bookstore with someone you barely know on a date or at your own birthday party turning six and in all these memories its the same lonesome sensation...the heaviness of living in this impossible mystery of cycles that we spend our time in. maybe the underworld is filled with crocodiles with their bellies up gorging on ticking clocks.
It’s like a gentle ache you can’t quite shake, but somehw it feels comforting too.
I really like this one. Your text hits it so well, and you have a lot going in the artwork. Imagery that makes you look twice.
And, that baby teeth detail is odd, and creepy.