here, have a gif of a little house situated on what appears to be the belly of an enormous, furry, shallow breathing beast. from a thing I never finished (or barely started!)
My name is Bethan Mure.
I live in Bristol and I live to draw.
• ABOUT
• VIMEO
• ILLUSTRATION
• ANIMATION
• PORTFOLIO
• BERLIN QUEST
• Ask me
MURE
I live in Bristol and I live to draw.
• ABOUT
• VIMEO
• ILLUSTRATION
• ANIMATION
• PORTFOLIO
• BERLIN QUEST
• Ask me
MURE
I finished it! all put together using just my hands and a photocopier! Barry the photocopy wizard at university was very impressed. he approached me and said sagely, “in all my years, I’ve never seen somebody do double sided photocopying using the bypass tray with that machine.”
I sort of felt like some kind of hallowed photocopy messiah
ANYWHAYS, these will be for sale veryvery soon. before I put them up for sale online I am going to the Nottingham Zine Fair and if you are about you should certainly come! it will be lovely
I am making some headway on this comicy-ziney-whatever-the-hell-you-want-to-call-it-thing.
poor little cat!
random attacks of agitation are horrible! it’s almost like your brain soaks in too much: like colours are too vivid, sounds are too loud and people move too fast for you to handle. and often when I try to think in this state my head doesn’t come up with words, it sort of just goes, “AGFBLS|HDHJFHFFFFGHFGHFDHHGFDGHFDGHDHJ” unceasingly.
and it’s very easy to give into that and spend the whole rest of the evening pacing the floor/spewing gibberish at anyone who happens to have ears/skipping from internet tab to internet tab looking at things for microseconds and not being able to understand any of it
so I am trying to find ways to be more constructive and slow things down and spewing gibberish at the internet is certainly a lovely alternative.
I am doing this little zine about being always nervous and worrisome all the time (and the problems that brings) but am currently just scribbling lots of little things and trying to forms my thoughts and pictures together in a coherent way. there are a lot of lot of lot of things I want to say about these kinds of feelings and sometimes that can be pretty overwhelming (which ironically can make me nervous. but I’m trying to roll with it!)
life lessons I am still getting to grips with: other people can and will definitely help you out. they will make you cups of tea, give you hugs and leg ups, make sure you are doing okay, throw confetti at you and sing your praises like no one else in the world ever ever could. but most of the time no one person can save or fix you
you have to scrabble out of that quarry all your own, grubby handed and aching. you can be cheered on from the top with a glorious fanfare awaiting you and sure, some wellmeaning person might come along with a crane to lift you up but then more often than not you’ll get up there and realise that there’s another goddamn cliff face to scale.
because everyone has their own canyon to crawl out of (multiple canyons, in fact!) and maybe once you get up there you’re in a much better position to shout those people on at the same time as scaling the next one.
I’m not sure that’s true of every situation and when I read it back it sounds pretty silly but the image makes some kind of sense to me at the moment
what I am finding pretty interesting at the moment is how aware of different bits of myself (that we all have!) I am becoming
like the angry, animal bit that everybody must have. the part that wants to eat and fight and roar from mountain tops. that little bit that makes me certain if I was a mama bear (or perhaps a mama of any kind) I would ferociously defend against anything that threatened my roly-poly cubs. if that makes sense
brains are exciting things!
my lovely friend Chloe sat down with me one day and gave me the names of monsters to draw. here we have a frumpledumplemugglewumple, a snagglewackpumpatoo, a smudgelump and the elusive bumblemumf.
there is in all of us a little a place of peace, a last bastion of stillness against the ravages of the world.
