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This card I made for Father's Day. Grateful for my Dad who - unbeknownst to many - is one of my inspirations for Squishy Blueberry! #kidlitart#fathersday #gratitude You'll notice though that Squishy managed to evade this picture. He is actually there - he's behind the tree so you can't see him. It's number 1 in a new series of drawings called "Where's Squishy?"  This is the first time I colored an entire picture in with no white space. I think I like the version with the white space better.   Squishy Blueberry is going from one world to another on a magic carpet. This one I had no idea where it was going until I got about halfway through the drawing - it was a surprise for me too! Another one with two versions - one experimenting with coloring all the space and the other with white space.  Definitely one of my favorite adventures this year!  I love this tree! I could look at it for hours…(from April 29).  From April 25th, early for Father's Day, actually for my Dad's birthday in May!  I'm starting a daily drawing practice, where I draw for 10-15 minutes each morning after my dog walk. Here is one that took a few days of small increments that became a birthday card for a loved one. I've become a little rusty in my hiatus from drawing Squishy Blueberry, while focusing on my comic strip, but I'll get back and even better. Stay tuned for more!  By Fredley B. FreebowitzenChapter 1: The beginning and the EndIt all started out with an Eggbert and a Feebert, neither of whom realized they were the only two things that existed in the entire emptiness of nothing. They were in fact sitting right next to each other, but neither knew the other existed because neither had any ears to hear, eyes to see, nor feelers to touch anything outside of themselves. What’s even more strange is that they weren’t even conscious of their own existences. Eggbert was not conscious it was an Eggbert and that it existed. Nor was Feebert conscious that it was a Feebert and that it existed. So the whole concept of something existing outside of themselves wouldn’t have made sense anyways. Millions of billions of years passed with Eggbert and Feebert sitting side by side in the vast emptiness where nothing else existed - except of course the space between them. And because they didn't know they existed, neither of them wondered where they came from. And because neither was aware the other existed, they never wondered about the other. This is how the story begins. This is also how - for nine bazillion years - the story ends. Until, after nine bazillion years and one day something changed... Chapter 2: The MiddleIt's hard to described exactly what happened - or how or why - on that nine bazillionth year and one'th day. As you can imagine, nothing becoming something is quite a miraculous feat. And nothing becoming something after nine bazillion years - well, it's almost unimaginable. It was abrupt like a flash of light, yet subtle like a ripple in a pond. It was earth shattering, yet flowing. It was against all odds, yet inevitable. It kind of sounded like: "shhhhhhhhhwooooopowowowowowowdingphooooooeyshhhhhh." And then, everything was the same again. Except it wasn't. Eggbert suddenly was aware of Feebert. And Feebert was aware of Eggbert. It was a kind of knowing - not from seeing or hearing or touching - but just sensing a presence nearby. And interestingly it was only after they were aware of the other that they became aware of themselves. And what a realization that was!! Or was it? Neither Eggbert nor Feebert was the slightest bit shocked or surprised when they became aware of their own existences. Because they couldn't remember not existing, it was as if they always had. And all of this - the abrupt flashing earth-shattering flowing ripple of light, the "shhhhhhwoooopowowowowdingphoooooeyshhhh," the sense of the other, and the realization of themselves - all of this happened in the space of a single moment, the smallest increment of time imaginable. Chapter 3: The Beginning AgainAs with all adventures and stories, the end is just a new beginning.
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Squishy Speaksis an expression of my Inner Child, reminding me to have fun and make room for play, while teaching me lessons I did not integrate from Kindergarten about the imagination and believing in myself. 
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