an old print out…from N Mex…..of part of Saskia's studio. glued on to one of the first pages of this drawing notebook.
when talk began of a wooden house at B, this was the spontaneous visualization. Like this. it could be like this. and…..there could be a
windowsill
late yesterday Alyssia found a small building on the buy sell and trade page. it's rectangle. Wood. there is a
windowsill
that woman in Detroit…i'm in my 20's….her genuine WW2 quonset hut in someone's back yard
still possible and now too, Arched Cabins
tried over and over to get the body proportions uhhhh, comfortable. and can't. so will let it go for now. Maybe just let it go.
but there's more.
Gaza
Mohamed Mulla facebook
his birthday. He recently has said that it is very possible for the next Dalai Lama to be female…and from a free country. i would also propose the addition of a panel of women one of which would be our own Yvette. i mean that. for real. Yvette.
Puppy doesn't like a lot of things, one of which is having her picture taken. i think this was 10x. if you tap it to enlarge, it appears as an oil painting to me and with that came the scent of linseed oil, memory of days gone by, those oil paintings on the gourds, the maskFaces of the fiber figures, their hands things i would like to experience again, if there were time
thank you Puppy
and without knowing, i realize that the drawing came on the day i knew to be the day when everything changed last year. When we had to evacuate, when Onday fell. When something in me broke.
windthread 