It’s been real quiet round here.
You and I can hear the tumbleweeds whistling in the wind, and you might be wondering, “where the hell is Shawntel?”
Well…quick recap.
I lost my way fifty-leven times. Changing the setting didn’t change much. Your girl completely lost the plot and assassinated her own character.
Somewhere along the way, between fading to the background and the saxophones getting louder, Hot Mess Express pulled up. It made me turn the mess into movement.
It’s wild because I never saw myself taking this seriously. But I was overwhelmed and honestly scared to make visual art again, and I needed to create momentum somehow. I needed somewhere for all that stuckness to go.
I ended up creating a world that gave me somewhere to put it.
Now here we are.
It’s here.
Literally.
You can get inside it right now.
I finished something and I’m so proud of it. Cue the applause, please!
Nothing about this is half-assed. I’m giving y’all the full ass. Real nice, plump and juicy. Homegrown, no filler!
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We’re finally moving. Ride along with me.