machine.
Machine sketch, da capo al infinito.
bluish.
Installation view of the Great Wallpaper series. Photo courtesy of Cemeti Art House/Sari Handayani. When I returned, she was still drawing. On the wall. Why, I asked her. Because it is a wall, she said. But why, I asked…
home those days.
Hey diddle diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The cow … … jumped over the moon; The little dog laughed … … to see such fun, And the dish ran away … … with the spoon. And so, I moved…
duh too.
This is a duh sketch I started yesterday. Dum dum. Dum durlydum too.
home these days.
Hey diddle diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The cow … … jumped over the moon; The little dog laughed … … to see such fun, And the dish ran away … … with the spoon. The colourful drawing shown…
diarrhea.
I feel shitty. Like the consistency of that thing I expel. Liquid at full throttle. Splatters around. The historical yellowish white bowl. Not so pristine. Although so black of Norit. Eight times today. Nine. A world record of self pity….
assure.
What is it that you want me to promise you my dear: that I will never suddenly die? I can promise you the whole earth in my hand my love, but that would be simply a lie. “Faith is the…
duh.
Q: What do you do? T: I do what people who have nothing else to do do. Q: Dum dum? T: Absolutely. Dum deedum too.
dysrhythmia.
Welcome, o sweet jetlag. Sway, tickety toe, with my melatonin; play it hell to the longest days in the verge of summer, come. Goodbye, bitter insomnia, your flawless day for nights; such a boon for the stars twinkle tricking my…
nuts.
I am nuts. I am nuts. Bla bla nuts and I am nuts. * Ah wie gut dass nie Mann weiss, dass ich ryth-mus gi-ta-rist bin. * What if everything in your life is decided by other people? Like, forever?…