GAVE BIRTH TO MY PHONE TODAY, HOPEFULLY TOMORROW TO MY KEYS.

Responsibility for someone unborn is greater than to someone holy. So yes I love my kids. There is some sense to this, believe me.

drunk passed out, oil pastel on paper, 2015

Incredible string band

INCREDIBLE STRING BAND ON THE ROUTE 10. IN A BEAUTY SALON WINDOW: WHAT A GOOD REFLECTION USING CHRYSTALS. I CANNOT DO ANYTHING BUT WALK AND PAY ATTENTION. WALKED NEAR THE RAILROAD TO THE BUSHES, SAT DOWN AND ATE AN APPLE, AUTUMN BUSHES, BLUE SKY, MILK TRUCK WENT BY. LILY NEBULA BEAR, LEFT PEELINGS TO ROT BEHIND, ICTERINE WARBLER, COCO, BLOWING BALLOONS CAN BE THE BESTEST THING IN A DAY. THERE WERE FOUR BIG ONES IN ONE BAG, BALLOONS IN DIFFERENT COLOURS READY TO POP.

Why do women drink?/She deserves it. (art of repetition)

Drunk, oil pastel on paper, 2015

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Burning sheets./Why do women drink?

Why do women drink? oil pastel on paper, 2015

Burning sheets

The burning sheets, pink, naivety of a dreamcatcher on a concrete balcony glass shades on the first floor. Disliked the kitsch and the thought of a horror b-movie in YouTube in ten parts. 

Pleasing stuffing, filled but not full, exhausted, drained, sucked, emptied, done. Wanting to fill it because of the lack of content and the feeling of fulfilment all the time that is compulsory. Drank in between the bitches in cool calm despite the sign of a mall in bright. There and the dirty double-trailer truck on the side of the road, two words,
a pulp factory which has been closed for some time. It is dark, drinking in the dark the blue, yellow and red, drinking a wish and the thought of full, drinking the landscape, drinking the melancholy and the night, drinking the time, drinking the passing cars, drinking the dirty snow, drinking the shoes, drinking the hands. Not who drank but why. The problem is what you are. That is why.

Fu-tourist

Future of Change. I wish and work for change, to change, for a change, give me some change, change a tune for a change, change clothes, change the way you walk, change the way you live. I think about it so much it has become a mantra and I begin to play with the thought of change, the word, what it means to me, what it means to anybody. Is it difficult, because for me it is a necessity and a self-evident part of life. As I see it people are afraid of changes, especially those which demand us to give up something. Changes may have an ominous tone in them, a silent doom. Change is absolute, good and bad, profitable. There is a thought of profit in the word. To change there must be something to gain, there must be an end and a thought of a new beginning. Also economically it can be wise to learn to give instead of taking.

But in the light of everything

what happens now in the world, it looks like things do change rabidly one way or the another. To demand world to change for better is a cry. Is it too common a phrase to be taken seriously? What kind of attitudes there are in general towards changing habits, attitudes, altering ways of knowing, looking, needing, wanting and doing? It is requiring substantial volume to make dramatic changes happen, a lot of energy, focusing and learning. I say dramatic because changes to make our ways of living sustainable and wiser need a total turnover. That means a lot of work. Not looking for easy ways out, there aren’t any.

Sentence, a punishment

Out of focus to a point. There is a visible image but you can see the structure of particles that an image consists of. It is unacceptable in the world of HD. The more high-definition we have the more we need it, because we need to see exactly into things, the insides of things, picture we are perfecting, a three-dimensional object, which is a photograph in where things are captured in a moment perfectly, to make an awe in two-dimensions? With all the high-definition and looking, still we live in not understanding seeing, the seen, unawareness there, looking at a grainy image feeling inadequate. Distinction, originality, a touch of professionalism must be there to function as a proof.