The Mayor of Sun Forest

Fiddlin' around with some stuff...

Rice Lord

{cut paper; blister from surprise rice cooker steam-jet burn on wrist}

crowning

Gotta do something with this. Soon.

It would be neat to produce some sort of mono print based on the image. Maybe I'll emboss it with some powdered deer antler velvet that I purchased from a vendor of heathenish curios. I shall have to use it for aesthetic purposes, as it has failed to make me more virile.

April and I might go to Korea. She has wanted to travel there for a very long time. Since birth, I have upheld the presentiment that I am, and will always be, bound to the Northeast region of the United States; fiscal concerns and the fear of familial deaths occurring in the midst of my hypothetical absence have rendered me incapable of processing the notion of traveling anywhere, aside from the state of Maryland. This alone suffices as a reason to go to Korea:

It costs something like $7.50 to hang out in a cat cafe. Considering the fact that I'm probably going to spend roughly two-billion hours in the said establishment, the time to start conserving money for such tremendous purposes is nigh. I'm trying to live off of as little food as possible. At present, I have a few crusty scrapings of tomato paste, one half of an ear of corn, a can of chickpeas, a huge jar of olives, more frozen leeks than I know what to do with, and a lemon to my name. Should be fine for quite a while. My fingers can almost feel the sumptuous coffee-scented fur that surely awaits them, across the sea.

Brown-Bag Man

An old piece, reconditioned . . .

bolo asombroso

I started working on a new blog today, dedicated to the art of turning ordinary objects into bolo ties. It's called bolo asombroso. Also: lace antler No. 1 (50% of Supersymmetry II).

uh huh

shcraps

One might consider it prudent to suspect that I am being very sloooowwwwly fired from my job; for now, I'll simply state that I've had a little extra time on my hands. Which is good, because there are plenty of articles in my room that require attention, such as my outrageously-encumbered sock drawer. Also, now I have the time I need to attend to the things I've been wanting to work on, ALL AT ONCE.

The structure of this gown's bodice needs some serious reinforcement, as well as the addition of some practice shell forms, since the finished garment will be an object commemorating the evolutionary ascent of the enormous Milky Bar Snail. Minimal progress was made; weeping ensued. When I'm done sewing this thing, I'm going to bleach the hell out of it, expose it to the elements, and dip it in shellac or something.

I crocheted some antlers. I will cut my face off if I ever run out of this goddamned cotton string . . .

???

This could wind up being one of the components of a shadowbox. I did some kind of awful sketches on Photoshop, in an attempt to embody the idea two-dimensionally:

Maybe I'll try to do a layered linocut print sort of thing based on the second guy. Maybe.

Yeah, so...now my room is a mess.