Walking through the alleys in our neighbourhood last night we found this painting hidden amongst some trees.
My dad once asked me, is a two-four* filled with empty bottles full, or empty? Or full and empty? Full of empty?
I think my response was something along the lines of, “whatever, Dad. It’s full of empties”.
This website isn’t gone, it’s just hidden. Personal weblogs are dead, diaries are boring, I felt boring just having all that shite sitting here. Maybe some of it will come back, or maybe not. The empty page looks so clean it’s tempting to leave it that way forever. But of course, there’s that Horror Vacui problem.
Here is an accidental phone photo of my studio floor.
Walkerville Tavern + whiskey sour + Surprise Party In The Snow.