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Trust in god, but chain your Harley. Hanging art flower pot downtown next to the old Macy’s building, Missoula.
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/Anyways/…
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Sketchbook. Wanted to do some a sketch of some girl with over the top Marie Antoinette hair (my drawing even seeming to start becoming a rococo tree…) after seeing a drawing earlier. Though while drawing I realized that it is as well inspired by a cute girl I saw at the Masquerade ball a few…
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Late Night Visitor.
It’s 1.30am. I have just walked home from a party and still feel intoxicated. I have stripped down to nothing and have begun watching Moulin Rouge as the cops ring the doorbell I didn’t realize existed. They just wanted the number of someone Daniel knows.. at 1.30am. Weird.
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Mogalie playing some acoustic. Second time someone was playing Needle in the Hay from that seat for the night. I wish I had more of my own art on my walls..
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Sketchbook. Went out to an Indian food party. I’m not even sure what is going on.
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Family photo time. The newest edition, Marie.Miette, who keeps taking my hats and scarfs lately, eh they probably look better on her anyways.Our dog Vincent, always patient though you can tell he’s still a little self-conscious about his missing ear..And little H16, who I somehow convinced to take off the elephant gas mask she loves…
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First Friday.
Drunk and stoned and wandering through the catacombs to find a little peek hole. Supposedly it kept going but we got lost with no light switches and only our lighters to guide our way as our fingers heat up from the flame starting to melt the plastic.
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Venice is Sinking Masquerade Ball. Georgetown, Seattle. Cyanotype on watercolor paper.
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Numb.
The days are beginning to blur as I work on perfecting mixing absinthe drinks. Too much influence.. I’ve also been perfecting in my saying yes. No one has seemed to notice the wiser. Recreation and rediscovery. Masking the ennui. Masking the distant thoughts. Masking the death. A contempt for the abuse directed inwards. Too much…
High Contrast Grey. 