As I write this I’m sitting on my couch watching gnats or some other bug dance in the sunlight outside my window. It’s the first warm day after over a week of rain and snow and aching cold.
I’m drinking a warm cup of Lady Grey Tea. (It’s like a lighter brighter Earl Grey and I much prefer it.) My chair is old and comfy with giant pillows. It’a not old in the heirloom sort of way but rather the 2nd hand sort of way where I don’t have to worry about staining it if I spill my tea.
This is the feeling cozy games should give, life and laughter and sunlight. It’s surprisingly hard to capture. I should know I’ve been trying for years to bottle it up into Bramblewood. Making a game to make people smile is harder than I expected.
This but as an artist! I remember at times when I would walk through the park or sit on a warm bench in the sun, I would genuinely cry, that I cannot capture the entire beauty of the experience inside of a painting and yet will forever attempt to. ;')