Tag: photography

i got lots of feelings bout the traaaaaain station

ain’t no pigeons welcome in the traaaaaain station

i got lots of questions bout the traaaaaaain station

look closely for the colours in the traaaaaain station

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Trying to piece together a story or perhaps divine some advice from the cosmos based on these burnt scraps of newspaper I found near the woods, but I’m not liking where this is going.

Ephemera. (July/August 2014)

1. Found photo print

2. Drawings I made of carpentry tools, aged 13 approx.

3. Tasteful wolf earring

4. Charred fragment left behind after a bonfire

5. Stunned magpie wrapped in a towel

6. Thought-provoking bar bathroom graffiti (“If you have sex you WILL get chlamydia and you will die.”)

7. Bird skull found in the woods

8. Watercolour monoprint from collagraphy plate I made out of cardboard and beard hair

9. Nightclub. Regrets, I’ve had a few.

10. Phone I found in the park. The cops have it now.

Family Album

The Real Mystery

is how this handsome, suave gentleman

and this insanely beautiful woman (pictured here snatching a child/ crashing a wedding)

despite their combined genetic wealth,

could between them produce literally the ugliest baby of all time:

honestly so fucking gross

OH WELL