Anthony Evan Carson

Incredulous, but also, not
Morning sketches 9/30/26

Morning sketches 9/29/26

a compilation of all my doggie doodles (and a few people, a sockeye salmon, and a SONIC) from the Party for the Paws put on by Because You Care (save a few i forgot to photograph)

i made 22+ custom drawings in 4 hours!

This was a sweet fundraiser full of vibrant animal and human spirits, held at the lovely Mcclelland Park on Erie’s eastern side, dedicated to caring for and sheltering fellow living beings of all fur types. 🐾🫶🏼🐾✍🏼🐾

Art is language 👀 🌀 🌱

Gunna let the art & music do most of the talking this time. For now i’m just prepping to go out and doodle at Arts and Drafts, then at Lit Fest tomorrow at Mccleland park. Maybe i’ll see ya around 🫂🫶🏼♾️✍🏼🍃

I printed a handful of new and re-worked pieces recently, including a digital rework of my “hugs heal” chalkwalk design for CelebrateErie . You can now purchase a 6x6 print at Herb & Honey Bakery , OR if you visit Arts and Drafts this weekend you will find larger 12x12 prints of the design both WITH and WITHOUT words, alongside some other 12x12s 🫶🏼. I may also turn up there this weekend to sling some doodles. 👀 ✍🏼 ❤️ 🫂 ♾️
hope u can find someone to hug today

It’s been a time, heres some doodles. Powers still out at my place. Been biking around, thinkin about earth, purpose, climate, humanity, and trees. Been trying to lay low enough to catch my breath and tune in to what is right and pure and worth fighting for in this human maelstrom i am an extension of. Music is heartening me today, and these doodles, and the goodness and care that some people exhibit when the unforeseeable sweeps thru 💨🌳⚡️

I have another reem of doodles and things from CelebrateErie to post, and also some live footage of the performance to scrub thru for a reel or two, but heres a few shots from my live performance at the top of the Erie Art Museum steps while Jenna Uhlig and Alex Kelly danced. It was a magical moment and I am deeply grateful to every friend who showed up to see us play and catch a few photos ❤️✨
Would definitely do again.

📸 Scrumpy Tungus & R Frank Media

Celebrate Irie Erie recap, piece 1 -
It was a true blessing of a weekend
I was given so many acknowledgements for my chalkwalk piece, I got to make an array of lovely lively doodles, so many of my art prints and tshirts made their way into the lives of people I may never know beyond our brief interaction, my gramma surprised me (i’m still getting life force from that one), so many friends showing up and helping me out, so many hugs. There were challenges, to be sure, but the blessings easily outshined them
Ugh. Just ugh. But the good ugh.

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😴😴😴😴😴

theres a lot of things that dont resonate with my spirit in this culture, but ultimately i would like to more lucidly delineate between when I act and communicate from love, and when i act and communicate from fear. in my dream drum and draw video recap post: i see love and communion, something pure and loving and open. But in a recent facebook post about needing to acquire insurance for vending: i honestly see myself communicating from fear, though my thoughts on the endless human paper trail and its distracting dehumanizing nature are true to me, i find myself asking, how would that post read if my expressions bent toward love without dismissing my feelings? is self sacrifice loving? Can anger be channeled into loving communication? it feels more and more that we (i) get swept away in the fervor of hot takes and cleverness and judgement (and I sooo want to be the king of cleverness and righteousness at times) but...i want to ask myself more and more how to inject love into the thoughts, acts, and conversations that I engage in, even when the topic lands like fire on my heart. to act from love. to act from love can mean so many things, but there are many more things that I know do not come from love, but from fear. and to know that line is the journey i will take on right from this moment. Please to those who actually care to know and support me, hold me to this. there are times looking through eyes of love feels like wearing a mask, but i believe love requires an element of practice in a culture where anxiety, hatred, and discord hold so much attention, that the mask will need time and wear to mold to the face, or perhaps the face will mold to the mask, either way. I think love has much more to it than just being “nice” all the time, but, i yearn to feel a sense of oneness and kinship with all that is, even if it isn’t exactly as I wish it would be.

❤️🌀🫶🏼🌀❤️