Shawna

finally get ready for bed since the watch is ending and right as i laid down i got the notification new tornado watch until 4am.....

thank you! <3

Ummm... Excuse me, can I help you find something?

Jezebel lying with her head in my lap as I sit sideways on the couch. She's letting me stroke her so soft ears for comfort.

the talent protests and demands a nap first!

i've probably posted these tricks before? but we're a little high and a lot anxious about the storms so please forgive me

thank you she loves you too <3

she's so smart <3

'whisper' is probably my favorite trick of hers but 'sing' is a pretty close 2nd

digital painting - the view of a hallway from inside a room. an adjacent door stands slightly ajar, darkness inside. the lamp in this room illuminates a pair of glasses on the floor. a hot mug of something sits on a nearby dresser

one of my earliest attempts at painting unsettling interiors. from 2022

#art

his name is Benson Hedges and he sounds like he smokes 5 packs of them a day

50 awful drawings of my wretched cat

*simple country lawyer voice*
I do declare myself Chinese

one of my favorites <3

dudes rock

holy shit that's scary :(

I’ve started sayin “He’s wearing a wire!” when I see these glasses.

One man overheard and pulled them off. 😭😭😭

that's terrifying!! i'm glad y'all were okay!

fingers crossed

we just got put under a tornado watch here i guess it's starting this afternoon for us!

fuck there's the tornado watch 😭

Action Park meets the Backrooms in 1994 in my forthcoming novella!

hope y'all are doing okay down there i saw texas got some nasty hail!

all this tornado talk is making me anxious. i might still have some lingering issues from our close call last year :(

A grouchy, fluffy white cat poking his head out of a box that is too small for him. He should not be trusted with military or any other type of decision making

Even if Claude did have consciousness and anxiety (it doesn’t), so does Chester, and I wouldn’t let him choose bomb targets

Text reads: Oh no! I was supposed to be at ECCC but instead I caught the flu! So it's time for a huge shop drop. There's also a doodle of me laying in bed. A collage of various risograph prints, stickers, and a book fill the page.

Folks, I caught the flu this week and won't be able to make it to ECCC. I've just dropped a bunch of new/con exclusive stuff on my online shop to help make up for the loss, and you can get 15% off til 3/15 if you use the code "BOOFLU"

kendrap.com/shop
Shares greatly appreciated!

A risograph print of Smaug on the lonely mountain breathing fire over a distant lake town. Bilbo and the dwarves are in the foreground

A risograph print of several chickens flapping everywhere with bugs scattering in all directions

A unicorn sitting among a field of wildflowers in a high alpine meadow

A risograph print of a kelpie/horse standing in chest deep water with a skeletal reflection

New/updated for 2026 prints up in my shop! Trying to make up for being sick when I should be at ECCC

15% off with code BOOFLU until 3/15 on kendrap.com/shop

current count: 3̶ 6̷ 12

i guess i'm gonna try $40 worth of parts and some youtube videos totry and fix the dishwasher that's a lot cheaper than $400 for a new one

floor is already ruined so i doubt i can make it worse lol

FISH POEM Stella Sacco My best friend in Catholic grade school, Tony, Lived on one side of the highway to Pittstield And between the sets of lanes, Set deep down a sharp incline, There was a little stream Running from one corrugated pipe to another And when I'd come visit we'd cross the road And we'd climb down And we'd get our hands and shoes wet And we'd hunt for cool rocks. But one day we found a big fish instead.

It was in a pool slightly deeper and wider Than the rest of the stream And we were mystified. It was big, much bigger than we figured A fish in a stream that narrow should be. Not that we had ever seen a fish there before. It was alive and so still That we were able to reach into the water And stroke it And feel its slick scales And so we sang songs to it And we called it a gentle giant And it didn't swim away And we thought it was a miracle And we wondered where it would go from there And we went back inside.

The next time I saw Tony I brought up our gentle giant And he looked at me with a sort of bladed pity And said "It was dying, dummy." He explained he had talked to his mom And his mom had said The fish came from somewhere else And had gotten stranded in that stream somehow And had nothing to eat anymore And not enough room to swim And the reason it didn't swim away from us Is because it couldn't swim away from us. It couldn't swim anywhere. We were the giants, not the fish, And we had played with it As it was dying.

I got sad. Maybe it was able to go downstream, I offered. Tony countered with a "How?" For which I did not have a great answer. But I just think If I was dying, As l am every day, I would like someone Who thought I was miraculous To touch me And feel my soft skin And sing to me While I went.

Fish Poem

Woman goes to the library. Says she needs a meeting room. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Library worker says, 'Is it just you?' Woman bursts into tears. 'Well, Katie, yes and no.’

Breaking containment to let everyone know I will be at Moore College of Art and Design as their "featured artist" for the school's comics expo. Which means I will be giving a presentation on my work.

The Deets: April 11, 10AM-5PM, Free Admission
Moore College, 20th St & The Pkwy, Phila, PA 19103

kids are pretty resilient lol i'm glad everyone is okay!!