This morning, after a strange, hot night, filled with fragments of forgotten dreams and loads of wind ( outside, that is ), I drove to the market with my neighbor and her 7 year old twins.
On this monthly market, I planned to drink a coffee with a good friend. The two of us hadn't really talked in a month or two, eventhough we love to hangout and can talk forever, if we meet.
Once I arrived on the market, I kept bumping into more and more people - folks that I hadn't seen in quite a while, making it almost impossible to have a coffee and one-on-one talk with my friend.
It was okay.
I felt like a magnet, or almost like a famous person ( but then without the need to hand out autographs ).
( my behavior on ) The market is kind of like a metaphor for the way I act here on Hive. It's all about connection. And, although I can go pretty deep, if you take the time to talk and connect with me, I can also easily move on from one person to the other.
Let's say that I'm a social ( and sometimes extravert-like ) introvert, who needs moments like these - where I play the extravert - to charge my battery, every now and then. Not too much and too frequent though or I'll drain my battery and need extra alone time, once again.
Today's lino print is based on the illustration that I shared in my post from two days ago on flexibility and focus. It shows a creature that I called "The Monster of Dis con nec ted ness".
It appeared to be tougher to make than I expected ( especially the tiny head ). For your information I work on lino plaques that are 10x15 cms ( 4 x 6 inches ) and details are tough to carve out. I still like the result though.
Oh and in case you don't want to go back to that recent post, this is the quick MS Paint drawing that this was based on:
This particular story actually talks about disconnection, with Hypersensitivosaurus waking up, feeling utterly disconnected ( the opposite of myself on the market, today ).
Here's an excerpt of Monster of Dis-Con-Nected-Ness:
He slowly looked around his cave,
and then at his body,
where he discovered
that all four limbs
were still there.
Or did he have five of them?
he never knew
whether to include his tail
or not.
It wasn’t like they were lying all over the place.
No, they were still attached to his torso.
And,
more importantly,
they seemed to be in the right place,
where he had last remembered them to be.
Okay,
his scrawny raptor arms were still a joke ( even more now that he’d cut his otherwise impressive nails ) but his arms were a part of him
and he didn’t love them any less.
The full story ( and 21 other tales ) can be read in my book.
Or you can reserve a copy of this upcoming book - The Life of Hypersensitivosaurus: 22 Short Stories about Dinos and other animals - by sending me 22 Hive or 22 HBD.
Postage will be calculated when the books are finally ready to travel your way.
Berries are also welcome ( you only need HBD for that ), this friendly raptor likes fruit!
And if you're not active on Hive, you can always choose to gift a coffee to me, on here: https://ko-fi.com/hypersensitivosaurus
Big raptor hug ( with stretched out tiny arms and without the claws ),
Hypersensitivosaurus