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“Major Majestic Cockatoo”

@cactired / cactired.tumblr.com

He/him | illustrator | animator | commissions open

i made an honest attempt at posting some new art earlier and for some reason tumblr has decided NOT to actually post it, despite me pressing post, and now the "make post" button does not work.

How magical.

Anyway, i will now be posting this shit from my laptop, for i am determined to show yall this new sick shit i drew cus wtf im proud of it and it deserves to be seen.

Tumblr wants to see me fall. I will not let it rejoice in victory.

British Weather

There’s something so sad about this country.

Everything is grey for 7 months of the year.

Everyone’s miserable.

I feel like seasonal depression effects us all, but there’s something so suffocating about the winter time in Britain.

Cold, wet, windy, harsh.

Your heating never stays in due to your terrible window fittings, and warm showers are never enough.

Everything’s closed, or it’s too cold to go out.

The sun is simply a figment of your imagination for months on end. Crossing your fingers for a hot summer as a rainy summer is always a possibility.

Yet there’s something so calm about the British wintertime.

Where everything stops for a moment. It’s silent.

It’s almost like it gives you a moment to reflect.

Time stops for a moment.

And there’s something beautiful about that.

I say I hate this country a lot, but I don’t.

I love this country.

Not for it’s people or for what it’s accomplished.

But for its beauty.

In this country time stands still, but if you blink you might miss it.

And I think sometimes, we all need a moment where the world stops for a second.

Where we can stand and reflect. Think. And appreciate what good there is around us despite our dim surroundings.

Don’t wear sunglasses in winter.

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Song: The Smallest Church in Sussex - Harmonium instrumental — Sea Power.

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I wanted to animate this because this is what my winter and spring feels like and it’s difficult to explain. It’s lonely, it’s cold, and it’s harsh. Every year I go through this reflection of my life for months. I feel like I’m the only man on the planet sometimes. And it’s okay. It’s hard, but it gets better. The older I get the more I can appreciate the good in the bad. And that’s good.

It’s okay to not be okay.

And that’s fine by me.

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