A little bit of awesome for you


Three cheers for dead moss

Late winter ’round here has depressingly little to offer. Except for dead moss.

it’s kind of pretty though














































oh, and the unexpected pink shoe

Feeling Cloudy

Dutch artist Berndaut Smilde creates clouds. Now just immagine being able to reply to someone who asks what you do: “I make clouds.”                                                                     That’s not exactly his job, but that’s how I would answer.

He manages to make your every day nimbus cloud inside empty rooms, and to maintain them long enough to photograph it, resulting in the odd but beautiful scene of something completely out of place, made all the prettier in the unusual context.


I present to you my artistic representation of peace. I’m pretty proud of it, actually.


































and then there’s what my art teacher approves of as the representation of peace
































it is terrible. it wasn’t before i painted the sky with acrylics, realized it looked horrendous, tried to remove the part that i’d done, ended up making a small hole in the page because i am tremendously smart, and to further prove my intelligence i tried for about 15 minutes covering it with tissue (using the tissues by my bedside) to make it more homogeneous before realizing that i could just paint over it with tempera.

I still need to merge the sky with the rainbow thing.




together they make a rather mediocre piece. but only because i severely messed up the ladida rainbow half.

then came the part where i had to take a picture of it: i have two camera lenses, a 20-35 mm and a 105 mm (in english that would be a “landscape” and macro lens). I take a picture with the first and it comes out terrible, so i pull out my macro lens. This, of course, is waaay too close up. So I put my lamp on the floor, put the painting under it and stand on the extremely stable surface that is my rolling swiveling chair. Who needs more than two lenses when you can stand on chairs? (that’s the sound of the  collective face-palm of every photographer on earth).

The photo stil came out crappy (but less) either for my ineptitude with a camera or the lens or both.


(they’ll punch back)

Woke up to the first 25 seconds of this here song in my head

which, at any time before 7am, is simply not acceptable.

i have found a shoe, quite an amazing shoe (and i am not one to worship shoes)
























it is most amazing because it us both the most splendid and most uncomfortable shoe to ever have been used to walk the face of the earth.

next to it you can clearly not see its neon yellow counterpart

anyhwo, this splendid shoe, this amazing see-through, came out of blue, from where, you ask? i wish i knew. and i can’t say that i do.



cahoots, for fun and giggles.




Bird Song

Well I didn’t tell anyone but a bird flew by,
Saw what I’d done,
He set up a nest outside,
And he sang about what I’d become,
He sang so loud, he sang so clear,
I was afraid all the neighbours would hear,
So I invited him in just to reason with him,
I promised I wouldn’t do it again

But he sang louder and louder inside the house,
And now I couldn’t get him out,
So I trapped him under a cardboard box,
Stood on it to make it stop,
Picked up the bird and above the din,
Said that’s the last song you’ll ever sing,
Held him down, broke his neck,
Taught him a lesson he wouldn’t forget

But in my dreams began to creep,
That old familiar tweet tweet tweet

I opened my mouth to scream and shout,
I waved my arms and flapped about,
But I couldn’t scream and I couldn’t shout,
Couldn’t scream and I couldn’t shout,
I opened my mouth to scream and shout,
I waved my arms and flapped about,
But I couldn’t scream and I couldn’t shout,
The song was coming from my mouth

this is a really nice song by florence and the machine, in case you were interested by the great lyrics.