1All of these beautiful human beings that I’ve stumbled across. Colliding by way of art. We would seek any possible means of self expression in the face of this daunting reality.
Where we used to feel so insignificant, we made meaning and importance for our existence. In each other we constructed something so much larger than I could have possibly imagined.
Leonardo Da Vinci once commented that, “art is never really finished, only abandoned.”
I wonder if the same holds true for people.
Working on a 70s living room with hand painted textures. Oof.
Bones.
A night spent drinking fancy scotch and looking at the moon. 🚀
All gone now.
“oh noes! I have to drink all the beer before it gets warm!” -first thought during a power outage
Very few reasons to pick up the guitar these days, unless to tell a story.
