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I’ve been working on making a new painting of a cityscape. It is to be viewed from a bridge that passes above. In part inspired from when I took the bus to work the other morning and looked out over the U-District to see a smattering of buildings displaced from one another by the trees…
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Falling asleep to cartoons.
I watched (500) Days of Summer with Brenna the other night. The film struck really close to home and I was glad to not be watching it alone, as the sis recommended I not do. I loved the visual appeal of the film as well as the content, it came with a touch of classy…
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Had an adventure today with Dustin, Natasha, and their little dog Mikia. The long drive to our hike reminded me of all the natural beauty that surrounds Seattle. The moss that covers everything. The little houses hiding in the trees. I have missed these two. We were lost for quite a while in trying to…
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Confliction.
Sometimes I wish that she didn’t always seem to brighten my mood when spending time with her.
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I loathe sale days.
Turns out all my self reassuring was not actually correct. Vague.
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Veterans Day morning; early.
I awoke early again this morning. As much as I keep telling myself to stop thinking about certain things I think I really need to confirm or deny certain things, and actually come out with what my life plans are at the moment. So not looking forward to sale day today. Since I’m already awake…
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Saliva.
I’ve had this odd ‘taste’ in my mouth the past few days that just doesn’t seem to go away. I’ve tried drinking it away, I’ve tried eating it away. It just comes back.
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Notion of a 'home.'
These cheap high protein bars taste nothing like their generic descriptive names. I really shouldn’t expect anything more I guess, being what they are, but I thought in grabbing the range in flavors that they would actually taste different from one another. I walked all the way to Charlotte’s apartment when I got home to…
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IGA; a word, not an acronym.
I had a dream that I was back in Billings and shopping at the IGA with my mum, but when I came out my car had been stolen. Seems like that could have been about on par with how that stay in Billings had been going. Odd thing was I didn’t really care about the…
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Le sigh..
Cliché, maybe, but still a good expression of emotion. Thanks to Charlotte’s mum I now have a nice collection of good watercolor paper. I’m somewhat short on ideas for what to paint on it though… I’m thinking a post coitus morning living room scene, but that might just be because my mind keeps wandering away.…
High Contrast Grey.
A nomad, a collector, a flâneur, a bohemian artist, a tea cup kind of guy, a Master of Architecture currently in search of a new place to call home..
High Contrast Grey. 