“Photo As Memory” My experience with laundromats - having no experience with laundromats, except seeing them in television or film.
I encountered this laundromat one late night downtown. It appeared as this clinical, fluorescent, static place. And I thought, hey, i’ve never been here before, but this seems familiar.
Isolation, desolation, we have nothing better to show for our mistakes.
Rotting and sitting in the fetal position at the bottom of the sea.
Dreams used to guide us in better times, but times are dead.
Tomorrow you’ll see an old friend, how beautiful they still are.
Swimming in the water, you cannot drown yourself. You are living forever, and you can only pass away when you’ve had a reason to live.
No truer purpose.
The inevitable is always right in front of you. Face it, or face dissolution.
me and a friend contemplating/embracing this weird sculpture we found
we called it The Beanpods
our spiritual ceremony
i’m writing a pooooem about a place I think about a lot. It’s a fictional place, and I plan to write about it in greater depth
haha
A little preliminary sketch I started
mmk I uploaded some new pieces to my flickr. More to come soon, I promise.
Took me 5 hours just to pick the right digimon gif for my blog. For now i’m sticking with Veemon, but i’m probably going to get a digi egg sooner or later.
Design/illustrate a book cover.
▲ A bizarro being living in Toronto, Canada. Star Wars. LOTR. LOST. Arrested Devlopment. Digimon. I’m a comic book reader and an artist. My favourite ice cream flavour is peanut butter and chocolate. First Year at OCADU, Program Advertising.
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