A Strong Sense of Nothing

Soft light

Soft sheet

Body heat

The air is still, silent resistance.

Sharp song sung,

      Lost in the heavy drifting clouds above,

Heavy eyes, resigned tongue.

A car stirs

and dies

A brave bird hides.

Inspired by the rhythm of bird song and nature. About the feeling of growing tension and atmospheric pressure created by absence of all things.

Today again I just hung out and drew and wrote and lazed about on tumblr. I had this empty frame, and because I have no friends, hence no picture of me plus friends, I had no pictures to put in it so I made this. Very Damien Hirst I suppose:

The paper behind it looks awful in this photograph for some reason...
I AM GOING INSANE WITH NOTHING TO DO. Something tomorrow!!!! PLEASE!

Until then I leave you!

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