Every day is different.
Every day is exactly the same.
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Every day is different.
Every day is exactly the same.
I brought my Trash Crafts to Summer Camp and Everyone Liked That.
And for my next trick, I will turn this camper into a keychain.
I just got home from Summer Camp then the power went out and I can't finish sorting/editing the photos I took.
Time to unpack in the dark.
The new small camera is helping a lot. I could go into existential detail about it but instead I want you to look at the cover photo and imagine a softer world where we all have small hobby club houses in dappled shade.
What's yours filled with?
Imagine hating me and Im just over here talking to myself.
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Prep for Summer Camp
An impermanent story in four parts on one background.
It can never exist again in the same way. I used the last "the groundwork" cut from the first "laid the groundwork for" and adding spaces disrupts the flow so thats it guys. Live art. Anything derivative has to come from these four jpgs.
Jesus flipped tables.
What the fuck are you doing?
I've never almost drowned but my friend told me a story about he did once and sometimes when I feel like I cant breathe I imagine myself next to him while he sits at the bottom of a swimming pool, stunned and on the brink of disaster.
My childhood was pleasant but my friend told me a story about how theirs wasnt and sometimes when I feel like I cant approach my parents about what matters to me I imagine I'm sitting next to them at the top of the stairs, wanting without wanting.
I never traveled outside my country but my friends have and told me stories and when I go to anywhere new I imagine I'm with them, exploring.
Tell me your stories so I have someone with me as I live mine.
As Watsky said - We live in a house made of each other and if that sounds strange thats because it is.
The Forest for the Trees
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Mixed Media on Paper
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Art Supply Test
Despite Everything
I found sticky notes and a new poetry format.
"There are some things we need to discuss"
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Collage Poetry Scratchboard - a hand painted red tray with gold flourishes shaped like leaces centering on a gold and black bird in simple silhouette shapes looking left. phrase is a slip of paper cut from a novel placed over its neck and trailing across its back mimicing a scarf. Extra phrases are scattered across the tray at the feet of the bird mimicing a nest or brush of phrases. The key phrase that stands out in the word nest is "i have no intention of doing so." Surrounded by more subconscious phrases that may invoke further meaning to individual perception.
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I am not a poet and this is not a poem.
Pure self-indulgence
Do the things you used to love as a kid as an adult.
Just for fun.
"Is your fridge running?"
Good, that means AWS is still up.
Yeah, Im okay.
Its just.
Theres snow on the ground.
I should be used to it, its not like I'm new.
But there's snow on the ground and the sun is gone too soon so my face is going to do this for a couple months.
Theres snow on the ground.
Give me a minute.
I have to tread carefully.