Zombie Kitty Remake

So, remember Jeremy? Well he was originally drawn as a grey and white tabby but when I made him in clay form I changed him to black and white, mainly because I was lazy and didn’t wanna mix black and white clay or wait for an order of grey clay. So, in other words the black and white clay version of him was just out of convenience, so I thought.

This version of Jeremy was NOT the original concept of him but just done out of convenience and being too eager to start before actually getting the right color. Trial and error, right? I still like this version of him but I’m sticking to the original concept.
THIS is the original concept of him when I came up with him two years ago. Yeah, I know it’s been a while and probably took way too long to get this out but later is better than never, right?
Here’s a remake of him with original concept in mind and this will still be another rough draft but that’s only because he’s ENTIRELY made of clay, no armature.

Video of Jeremy

Click on the link above to watch a short video of Jeremy. It was my first video but I’m happy with how it turned out.

Anyway, you want a little backstory on Jeremy? Well, even if you don’t I’m gonna type it up either way; you just don’t have to read it if you don’t want to.

It all began when baby Jeremy wandered away from his mother and siblings; little ninny got lost and couldn’t find his way back when he comes across a nice looking house. Near the nice looking house is another tiny, nice looking house that reads the name “Chester” in all capitals. He makes his way to the house of Chester and meets a 10 year old blood hound who becomes his father.

The owners discover the kitten and decide to keep him. There’s more to the story but it is almost 3 in the morning in the region that I’m in and I wanna go to sleep, plus my toddler conveniently woke up and is trying to stay up with me so this is it for now. Good night/ morning/ afternoon.

I’m Sorry

I’m sorry I’m not good enough

I’m sorry I don’t reach your expectations

I’m sorry I’m not perfect

I’m sorry I didn’t follow your path

I’m sorry I always mess up

I’m sorry I can’t seem to make you happy

I’m sorry I don’t share your beliefs

I’m sorry I don’t think like you

I’m sorry I don’t agree with you all the time

I’m sorry I can’t be in two places at once

I’m sorry I can’t work and do everything else

I’m sorry I’m not like my sister

I’m sorry there’s something wrong with me

I’m sorry I can never please you


Thoughts from my past have risen

Sometimes I can’t be forgiven

My words went unsaid

Now all I feel is dread

All I do is anticipate

These feelings of hate

Why wasn’t I good enough?

I’ve done a bunch of stuff

Not only for just me

But also my family

I’ve sacrificed my a lot

Just to hear what I am not

I thought I was doing okay

Until I was antagonized everyday

It made me feel unappreciated

And that’s when I hated

Someone close to me

Because of how they treated me

They only looked for my flaws

Even though I put my life on pause

So they could love comfortably

While I was treated ungratefully

But I forgive the past

Because that treatment didn’t last.


Just some thoughts I’ve had in the past. I won’t get into too much detail, yet about who exactly this was about but I can thankfully say it’s not like that anymore.

Bearded Reedling Drawing

So, I was scrolling on Pinterest and a suggested pin was of this cute, fluffy birdy. I saved the picture but it didn’t have the name of the bird. Luckily, my awesome Google Pixel phone (yes, first gen) has this feature called “Google Lens,” so it’s able to find similar and relevant pictures or information of what the image is. One of the options that came up was an image of a “bearded tit,” also called “reedling.” I clicked on it and it brought me to a Google search of it with a bunch of pictures.

They are some cute little fellas, aren’t they? I had dozens of photos to choose from but I really liked this image I saw of it hanging onto a skinny branch with it’s tiny talons. I’m not the best at drawing realistic animals in color, which I’ve mentioned before in my other blog post of my Finished Great Horned Owl Drawing but I must admit I’m happy with how this came out.

https://www.instagram.com/p/BrZ1U1Nj7vy/?utm_source=ig_share_sheet&igshid=pegaiaqr8big

I’ve come to realize that I really like birds. I appreciate their beauty and I’m really starting to enjoy drawing them and coloring them. They’re such graceful creatures and so many to choose from as you admire them from afar.. or draw them in my case. So many colors to choose from and so many different types from cute to bold.

This definitely won’t be the last bird I draw. There will be many more and hopefully I improve with drawing and coloring realistic animals. I need to take my own advice, as I’ve said in my other blog post Just Some Art Advice that I can’t expect the first line I draw to look like the final product. It’ll take time and patience to put out art you’re, I, in this case, am proud of.

You can even see for yourself that the first picture I took of my drawing does not look like the last picture I took of the final outcome. By the way, I’m really enjoying drawing on black paper.. and so is my daughter! I’m not really sure if you can tell that in this picture she added some spice to my drawing by marking it with a glittered, purple crayon. Can you believe this girl? She had her own sketch pad in front of her but no, she had to draw on mommy’s significantly smaller sketch pad.

I still didn’t get rid of the mark of my daughter. It’ll be nice to look back at. Simple moments like these are valuable treasures.

And look, it still came out looking good. I’m happy with it. Of course there are other artists who can draw one of these to look like it’s an actual photo taken by a camera but I’m not one of those kinds of artists; I’m me and I’m happy with it. We’re all unique and we must remember that. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as you enjoyed looking at my art. Thank you. 😊

To My Daughter (Poem)

You’re everything to me

That’s why I live happily

You’re one I’ll always love

Even when push come to shove

You’re my shining star

Even when better times seem far

You’re everything and more

And who I absolutely adore

You’re my motivation

When I’m in stagnation

You’re who a mother needs

Because you’re the best of my seeds

You are my heart

So we’ll never be apart

You make my life fulfilling

Even if the glass is spilling

With you, I have it all

And I cannot fall

No Heart (Poem)

How do I live when I don’t have a heart

The life I’m living is tearing me apart

How can I get through this terrible day?

Nothing about this makes me want to stay

I’m doing the same thing over for no reason

I originally hoped it’ll only last for a season

All this has done is make me feel numb

But I keep doing it daily, making me dumb

How can I continue living with no heart?

I’ve seem to have lost it, or it fell apart

What a wonderful day, but I choose to waste it

And I wonder why bitter is all I’ve tasted

I wonder if I could ever get lucky again

Because I know this is not exactly the end

I have better choices that I know I can make

But having a heart and drive is what it’ll take

I’ve seem to have lost my will and my heart

And for that reason is why I can’t start

Will I ever be able to just get away

Because none of this make me want to stay

I’ve been there and done with no results

But at least I was able to see and revise my faults

Life can be fun, even I can admit

So, I must have a heart so I can live it

Where has it gone? I keep asking myself why

But to no avail the search has made me cry

Maybe I’m looking in the wrong direction

Or maybe it’s in the mirror, my reflection

I cannot find it, where has it gone?

Maybe I’ll receive it when my race is won

I’m not much of a runner, I can’t keep going

But I’m eager to find my heart is what I’m showing

I think I’ve found it, but not where I expected

Somewhere, internally is where it was detected

I think I am living now that I found my heart

I’ve always had it right from the start

Visitors (Poem)

When I awoke

I was so shook

Seeing you stand there

With a malevolent glare

Was I just dreaming?

When I saw your ship beaming?

Will you take me away?

Will I not see another day?

I suspect I’ll be an experiment

And far away, I’ll be sent

That night, I was lucky

That they didn’t abduct me

I’ll never forget that night

It sure gave me such a fright

Seeing those grey humanoids

Has given me all sorts of paranoids

Safe is something I’ll never know

Because they can come up and show

At any time they please

And they’ll do it with such ease.

That’s All I Can Say (Poem)

Everyday I’m fighting

Because I’ve lost the sighting

On my purpose to live

Myself, I can’t forgive

Because I’m depressed

And also stressed

With what I should “be”

Which makes me unhappy

I can’t find the light

And I’m losing the fight

To my inner demons

I barely have any reasons

To continue to go on

I want to be gone

Away from society

So they can’t look down at me

I want to feel alive

And also thrive

But how can move along

When I am not that strong

I need to have the will

And a purpose to fulfill

I sometimes hate being me

Because sadness is my only company

I let it get this way

That’s all I can say

… (Poem)

Why go on when there’s nothing to gain

All this is doing is causing me pain

But if I stop now, I surely remain

In a miserable life and going insane

I want to change my lifestyle

So, I can feel it to be worthwhile

But it’s very hard to even crack a smile

When I’m clearly living in denial

Of how much life is even worth living

Because of how much time I’m giving

To a purpose that isn’t my own

It’s like my life is a loan

To things that make me groan

In this life, I feel so alone

Why’d I let it get this way

I’ve let my life go astray

For that, it’s causing dismay

And I feel it day to day

I’ve got to get myself back on track

Because lately all I’m feeling is lack

And everything is out of whack

Because I haven’t got my old self back

“Where are you?” I ask

I’m hiding behind a mask

Taking it off, I’m struggling to do

And showing my true self is what I ensue

From these experiences, I’ve become anew

But what does it even mean to you?