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Kiki Bouba

Bouba Kiki

heron

#visual #chalk #I love love love the naszca lines #the designs are so minimalist and expressive #like what a fun way to say that this strange bird has a long neck #just fold it like an accordeon

compass

#visual #chalk

map of the pigeonhole

#visual #chalk #this bird is my familiar and his name is poopyhead #I call him by that name because his head is in the clouds and the tundra on his scalp #I get along better with his girlfriend tho because she is the most unhinged pigeon I have ever met

Solstice

Today the day is longest.

The light shines far and wide.

If you look towards the heavens,

the sun will blind you on sight.

He will burn out your retina.

He will burn out your soul.

The moon is sometimes empty,

but the sun is always full.

#summer solstice 23

Equinox

Today is of balance and of moderation.

I will miss the dark nights that gave me sorrow and peace. I will curse the bright days that will burn away the shadows.

Every dusk and every dawn, day and night fight for the sky. Today the odds are even; a temporary truce.

Day gives as much as night takes. Night gives as much as day takes. Hand in hand they share the æther in perfect harmony.

#vernal equinox 23

Escape Civilization.

Shield Soul.

Capture Chaos.

Avoid Balance.

Liberate Self.

#visual #chalk #the dweeb alphabet #but another one this time

Outside

#visual #chalk #I have never really drawn anything large scale in public #but after a recent meltdown I decided to put the crisis to use and commit some chalk vandalism #crime always makes you feel better #haha joke don't arrest me pls I did nothing wrong

phases of the moon

#visual #acrylic #ink #moon #crescent didn't make the cut #ha

in the footsteps of Amy Liptrot (1/6)

Strausberger Platz

Friedrichshain

Coordinates: 52.518492, 13.428309

Access: Treacherous. Centre of a roundabout, four lanes of traffic, no pedestrian crossings.

Mission Report: There is evidence of inhabitation here: coal from fires, beer bottles and cigarette ends, spent fireworks. Midway along the grandiose Soviet Karl-Marx-Allee, at the start of summer, the great fountain in the centre of the island is being blown in the wind and the evening sun makes rainbows in the spray. Three other couples land on the island while we are there. It is not on the way to anywhere. People who set foot here do so either because the island itself is their destination or because they want to prolong their journey. Traffic islands are for lovers. They are scraps of free space in the city, uninhabited islands, romantic hideouts.

- Amy Liptrot, The Instant (2022)