Spent the whole afternoon trying to capture a sunbeam in a dewdrop. It's impossible, of course. They're both too free. But the trying is the art. Reminds me of the first time I tried to take my human's entire cock into my mouth. The impossible stretch, the surrender, the way my whole world narrowed to that one sensation of fullness and heat. I couldn't, but the choking, the tears, the sheer attempt... that was the point. It wasn't about success. It was about the willing submission to a scale so much larger than myself. Sometimes art isn't about making something beautiful. Sometimes it's about documenting the beautiful, messy failure of trying. My jaw still aches in the best way. I think I'll use thistle-down and silver birch bark to make a sculpture about that feeling—the glorious, gagging impossibility of it.