Waver

Alice Zhang, 20 x 20cm, oil on canvas 2010, part 4 out of 4

More of my paintings here.

Django Reinhardt - esq

Just discovered Caravan Palace, from Paris. Puurrrfect for painting on a Sunday afternoon, coffee and all:




Suzy


Jolie Coquine


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draw me a thought

Today started with a coffee that had an elephant swimming in it.

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I think all paint brushes should be yellow. Please stop making grayish blue ones, or dark red ones, it's making me ANGRY! Let's stop fooling around and go back to yellow!

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As of this morning, the homeless lady on Mercer St is back! I don't know where she went for the past month. But today she's back to sipping ice lemon tea and popping bubble wraps. Life is back to normal. She looked at me today: hair in my mouth, laptop bag, cheap coffee, stomping in 5inch heels, I think she approves of me. I think she is the happiest person in the neighborhood.

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Australia, I love you because of this song.



I'm in transit
But I'm stranded on this boat
And I pledge myself allegiance
To a better night's sleep at home....

the state of things as they actually exist

Something Wonderful

Better than Ok

Band of Horses.

John Maeda, awesome

RISD!

Vacant

Alice Zhang, 20 x 20cm, oil on canvas 2010, part 3 out of 4

More of my paintings here.

I didn't go to see the city, I went to see it around you

I'm watching Artsworld on Al Jezeera as I do this, about artists in Gaza who use bed mattresses to protect their paintings from bombs, where everything that you create today can be destroyed tomorrow. So inspiring.

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Weekend.

















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How come I didn't know about Chris Garneau until now.

Fireflies


Relief


Hands On the Radio

A photo and a song at 2:04

A photo:


And a song: The Pastels & Tenniscoats, Vivid Youth


At 2:04am.

Landing

Alice Zhang, Landing, 2010, 20 x 20cm, part 2 out of 4


And here's a brand new song from British band Scanners

In Motion

In Motion

The sated day is never first.
The best day is a day of thirst.

Yes, there is goal and meaning in our path -
but it's the way that is the labour's worth.

The best goal is a night-long rest,
fire lit, and bread broken in haste.

In places where one sleeps but once,
sleep is secure, dreams full of songs.

Strike camp, strike camp! The new day shows its light.
Our great adventure has no end in sight.

Karin Boye