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!
I AM GOING INSANE WITH NOTHING TO DO. Something tomorrow!!!! PLEASE!
Until then I leave you!
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