Still working on the murals in the underground carpark. I did not notice when I was taking this picture, but the silhouette in the background looks like a figure dragging itself across the floor. So goddamn creepy. 

I’m pretty sure it’s actually just the outline of a backpack resting on a dimly visible table. I don’t know why there is a table in this place, but it’s very convenient. As is the box in the foreground, and the metal rail fitted to the ceiling (not pictured) to which my magnetic LED light clings snugly. This place is kinda like the Room of Requirement. Whatever you need, it provides. I even found a bottle of still water for washing my brushes, just lying on the floor near the wall. Thanks, bro. 

Progress is still slow. The paint I’m using now is thick as tar. 

But my girls have legs now. 

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Separate project in the same space: I’ve also been working on some choreography. I have no recollection of taking this picture whatsoever, but anyway.

Pointe shoes. Adjusting the light, I guess. 

And at a later date (these I do remember):

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When I was leaving, I made friends with a filthy but affectionate stray that lives around there. I’m calling her Kino.