Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.

Wassily Kandinsky, Violett-Grün (Violet-Green), 1926

Me, logging on to work after the long weekend

all I'm saying is that no one has ever seen them in the same room together

this reads like disco elysium dialogue

You don’t get “and then everybody clapped” in the British Isles, but you DO occasionally get a row of driver’s side thumbs-ups, and a large northern bloke hollering, “you CHEEKY bugger!” in approval.

BAMBOO IS ACTUALLY A GRASS 😭

I wish I had the art knowledge to talk in more detail about this, but I can settle for just appreciating it.

Thoughtful words hit especially hard when they touch on a vulnerability, and I am both painfully conscious of my own artistic limitations, and rather proud of my knack for gesture and expression. This is a very foolish combination to hold in your heart. I plaster over this with a superfast sketchy style - it’s okay that it’s poor-quality; it only took 5 minutes; it’s okay to post because it’s quite obviously a sketch - but it’s super-easy to rip the plaster off and gET mE!!!

Never stop hating

this is what Homer Simpson’s forearm tattoos said in the dream I had the other day, and I woke up with a jaunty carribean tune in my head.

Particle Collisions

Kiyokata Kaburagi (1878 – 1972) was the pseudonym of a Nihonga artist and the leading master of the bijin-ga genre in Taishō and Shōwa period Japan.

out of touch thursday, but I synced everything.