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we're over halfway through january but late happy new year to everyonee. everyone gets a free wish from me this year so spend it wisely...
tree trunk & stump from november, gouache on a5 paper
treeline from sweden
back to my small green sketchbook for my pencils. trying to use some colours i wouldnt usually but i just love my favorites so much i cant help myself.
it’s been a while. a stubborn and forceful step back in.
abstract blues from my sketchbook
“ “Annihilation!” she shrieked at me, flailing in confusion. “Annihilation! Annihilation!” The word seemed more meaningless the more she repeated it, like the cry of a bird with a broken wing.”
“Soon after, there comes the crunch of boots, and, disoriented, you shout, “Annihilation! Annihilation!” and flail about until you realize the apparition kneeling before you is the one person impervious to the suggestion.”
Annihilation, Jeff Vandermeer
Acceptance, Jeff Vandermeer
some of my works for the MUSIC IS A GREATER NOISE summer school + exposition i participated in this week.
back to my colored pencils
rough hands, sorry
i bought a new sketchbook
some crochet works
seeing what sticks, various pieces on seethrough paper placed on top of my essay (running out of space)
@ the park
can’t sleep
some tests for a zine
in my bed