Such a cold morning
Below freezing. That chill reaches deep.
Below freezing. That chill reaches deep.





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Eyes are wide awake.
Let’s listen to some music. What are you listening to right now?
Pup is sleeping by herself, wish she was here. Sometimes you just need a reminder yknow.
Let’s go to sleep
“I can’t call you all mine anymore. I can’t call you, full stop. But you know you can call me up anytime. Call me whatever the fuck you want.”— Frightened Rabbit, “Boxing Night”
Detail of “Weep”, a new painting for my show “The Cull (You Are Not Welcome Here)”, opening at Talon Gallery this Saturday.
The show opens at 1PM; stop by 1PM-4PM for artist talks and Q&As from me and Christina Mrozik!
I just wanna sleep some more.
Walked through snow flurries today. Yet somehow I know that this year there won’t be much to joy at. I miss the snow. Things get quiet and still. Like time has stopped.
How nice would that be? To be able to stop time.