FlyboyElm Art Blog

Will, Oh Will is a new friend of mine. He's a vagabond mouse bard who likes to sing to pass the time. He told me, quite politely, that he doesn't write or compose any songs, he just sings them as they come to him. Then he usually forgets them right after.

But yesterday, I happened to be nearby as he made up this little ditty, and recorded him on my phone. I sketched him too, as he sat there, jamming. Most kindly, he let me make this little video.

A visit down below

I always wake up remembering a bunch of dreams, even if they fade from my mind if I don’t write them down or spend some time reflecting on them.

Despite how much time I spend thinking about Hermes, I’ve only dreamt of him a handful of times. The first Hermes dream I had was around fifteen years ago, and it’s definitely among the dreams I recall the most vividly, to this day.

In the dream, I don’t remember how I got there, but I was in an old city. Hermes was in front of me, and there was a bowl of water at his feet. I was kneeling, and dipped my face into the water, because it felt right. Then there was a more playful sequence where I had winged sandals and ran across rooftops, stealing a jewel haha! But the part with the bowl of water is what stood out the most.

My discosona would be one of the precinct guys you hear over the radio, or perhaps a business man in the bar who talks about art.