Bryan Wong

This guy! Working hard or hardly working? Thank god it's Friday! This guy! Working hard or hardlyworking? Thangod its friday! ThisGuy! Working hard or hardly Firday? Thank god its thisguy! Thiiiis GUY wOrKinG HArd or hArDLy wooooOOorkinhrd r HHHrdly wrrr thnkgdtsfrd

Sometimes, towards the end of her shift, she'd think she saw something in her reflection in the window. It would move slightly out of sync with her, or the face wouldn't look quite right. It had been a long day though, and her mind must be playing tricks on her.

Before the simulacra process began, before he became a copy of a copy of a copy, there's a chance that the thing that was the Sheriff might have understood concepts like "subtlety", "restraint" and "metaphor". You doubt it, though

"All right, so I'm usually pretty good at guessing what people are gonna buy, but that guy might be my white whale. He's magnificent. Any takers?" "I dunno, beef jerky, motor oil and one of those tabloids with the bat boy?" "No guesses on the ringup, but he absolutely is gonna pay with something that isn't a wallet. I'm leaning towards a plastic bag full of coins" "I really hope he's grabbing some date night stuff. I need to believe there's a lady out there exactly like this"

When most people talk about personal growth they mean starting a hobby, not growing extra limbs, but if it makes you happy then I'm happy for you

A few more speedpaints

Couple of speed paintings

the body remembers what the mind forgets

After enough phases of replication and recursion, the Simulacrums will gradually lose almost everything about the human forms they once took. Some of them keep the anger, though

There was always something a little off about the sheriff, an uncanny wrongness in the way he spoke and carried himself. Rocky and Eva had always just chalked that up to him being a sheriff. Turns out there was something else

-Further observation

It was only now that it occurred to them that maybe nobody built this place at all

By now, she knows it will always be gone by the time she turns around to look at it. She doesn't know what they are or what they want, but a month ago they were dots on the horizon, and this week they're a block away.

>>Assessing...Assessing...Assessing...

Thanks so much!

One from Union Station for PleinAirpril

A couple of paintings from PleinAirpril this year