Day 2 of the Flu. I’m upright but I seem to be living inside a lava lamp.
You’ve got to look out for people. You can’t debate on rational terms with a fascist, but you can stand right in his way. (”The Hammer” is an affectionate moniker for our city.)
When you’re not entirely awake yet, a wobbly, half-deflated unicorn balloon peering at you over the fence makes quite an impression.
After a month of losses, my coffee cup finally gave me some good news.
Sure is a whole lot of empty going on.
Interesting things on a short drive. It was unseasonably warm. The kind of February day when two friends walk down the street, one wearing a tank top the other in a heavy parka.
I saw the most legendary of scenarios.. A doofus stood on the sidewalk under an apartment window trying to catch his possessions as they were tossed at him in anger. His boxers fluttered down like an angry helicopter.
Finishing up for the night and transferring some video to edit. It’s interesting watching my hands at work because they do things that not conscious of. A choreography of gestures, pushing and pulling, each finger alternating between equal and opposite forces.
Linus expresses his displeasure with the idea of strangers showing up.
@tocastawidenet is a landscape architect – I think. It’s hard to tell. She also does interior design, manages building projects, makes jewellery, produces diminutive drawings, and curates a collection of images which emphasize spare, orderly, mostly horizontal forms.
Mrs. Lachrimaestro and I decided to draw portraits of each other.
imagine Bob Ross painting in the style of Hieronymus Bosch
“this little demon down here is kind of lonely, let’s give him some happy little friends. little demon party.”
Lachrimaestro 