Slow progress. Still making things up as I go along.
I mostly stare at it in confusion these days.
When life imitates art
if you look close this doubles as a selfie of me and sixtyandfour
So glad that I could interact with real art at MoMA…
David Lynch on the set of Blue Velvet
Kyle MacLachlan, whatta babe with them shades and the fancy sunglasses string things.
Playing Bob Dylan’s To Ramona and then forgetting how it goes…
China Town, NYC
Shedding a single tear over this.
Rounding up a bunch of my most recent pictures for some application thing that’s due tomorrow, and I have to title them all…
Pretty sure 90% of them will have Bob Dylan titles.
— Picnic at Hanging Rock
I hung a photo next to the mirror in my room of my grandmother from when she was a little younger than I am now. I keep looking back and forth between my face and hers to try to see if I can find a resemblance, but there’s nothing significant. We both have widow’s peak hairlines, and her eyes are sort of small like mine, but that’s all really.
I remember the summer before she died I was standing by the edge of her pool, and she gave me a gold maple leaf necklace and I hardly ever took it off. I paired it with my plaid grade school uniform in every school picture up until I was about 10. I broke it.
Happy Casimir Pulaski Day, everybody.
Screwing with this a little bit more. Here’s a detail shot.
are you feeling like a soccer mom cause you drove me to the mall so i could get my ears pierced?
You embarrassed me because you were crying so loudly.