The Book of Mummy

help tulip otter

lost at delphi! canoes cantaloupe

cantaloupes shallow

of styx brother from house with

the green hills, worm chipmunk brown.

and his icarus airport

bikini, and galatea

schnauzer “move parts and

rain and rain universe orange

links we brownie front-facing.

frankincense and witch

airports compassion ark spareribs

i some hippos, hives

bedchamber face over almond

blue heart umbrella, cake hell.

hungarian pointer

owe me ribbons as sunset

sun sets sunups sun up.

yin yang lemurs leopard leopards

artistic incest production.

kandura puma

and drowning old pine-stems

fleur-de-lis alexander

lemongrass lemongrasses

chopsticks gainsayed blowfish menopause.

she bar room banjo bar room

face was soft white owl sun behind

her bosom will porcupine

nor home hugging dog and mermaid

kite from dance cow cowboy poppy.

tidal coral, god

nerd and pitbull ball of unbearable

safety button of

horus on her roasted sweet

sweet stopwatch born in hole, wonton.

sportfishing mermaids

radish basket on the dead

on terrace terrace

terrace smile packsack and plowing

eclipse: he maizes malamute.

shade pole of honor

maids for whiteboard as wolf

face microwave clear

store as grilled hourglass cataracts

lantern arrow to matter.

gravestone before

ending the desktop computer

mouse into ice five

his goulash cityscape

weighing that duck hat cowboy.

boot precipitation

white earth-angel mercurial

hooks rough bronzino

broom brooms garden zoos kissing

wines redwood lays cosmic. the liquids.

bursts among emotion

oven with krishna underwaters

ears money bag before

light on world popsicles wolves

speakers in these rocket paws.

help tulip otter 

lost at delphi! canoes cantaloupe

cantaloupes shallow

of styx brother from house with

green hills, worm chipmunk brown.

and his icarus airport

bikini, and galatea

schnauzer “move parts and

rain and rain universe orange

links we brownie front-facing.

frankincense and witch

airports compassion ark spareribs

i some hippos, hives

 bedchamber face over almond

blue heart umbrella, cake hell.

hungarian pointer

owe me ribbons as sunset

sun sets sunups sun up.

yin yang lemurs leopard leopards

artistic incest production.

kandura puma

and drowning old pine-stems

fleur-de-lis alexander

lemongrass lemongrasses

chopsticks gainsayed blowfish menopause.

she bar room banjo bar room

face was soft white owl sun behind

her bosom will porcupine

nor home hugging dog and mermaid

kite from dance cow cowboy poppy.

tidal coral, god

nerd and pitbull ball of unbearable

safety button of

horus on her roasted sweet

sweet stopwatch born in hole, wonton.

sportfishing mermaids

radish basket on the dead

on terrace terrace

terrace smile packsack and plowing

eclipse: he maizes malamute.

shade pole of honor

maids for whiteboard as wolf

face microwave clear

store as grilled hourglass cataracts

lantern arrow to matter.

gravestone before

ending the desktop computer

mouse into ice five

his goulash cityscape

weighing that duck hat cowboy.

boot precipitation

white earth-angel mercurial

hooks rough bronzino

broom brooms garden zoos kissing

wines redwood lays cosmic. the liquids.

bursts among emotion

oven with krishna underwaters

ears money bag before

light on world popsicles wolves

speakers in these rocket paws.

two suffering researchers

royally alone like the thunder in my locket

one a half-price stanza calligrapher spinning cock and bull tales

the other an eight sided empire awkward as a cow with crutches for thumbs

their large builds meet at a square earth’s rounded corners

their mutual gate scored by the purring of rugby saints

their descendants carrying the salmon pink luggage of tyrants

pupils glisten like the syrup of their souls in the doubt simulator

as they witness the invisible speech of a perpetual snow

shaking loose their crowns of preference, the licorice gator

swallowing up restless chapters, opening the air door wafting

she hugs the vision of ancient deeds the child heart

spiral notebooks, kegs of sake, herbal banknotes

in the field of dying starlight, he pauses at length on a black street

to filter the lies of self-control, the chime of her despondent clogs

promise to drive hot or cold through an unsheltered trench

to satisfy the setting moons of summer shade, no shamrocks

no shark attacks no cool chivalry or symmetry

in powdered sugar wire mesh confection, they embrace

the sweet burden of orange

33,259 photos in my camera roll at the moment. consists of mostly of photos taken from 2022 to present. i sat down with the intention of going over a year in photos. when i got back to this day in 2024 i scrolled back in time a few days, then forward some, and quickly became overwhelmed. put this all into a story? impossible. it is too tangential, too many eddies, undercurrents. i would need so much more computational power and emotional endurance than i have access too. I see so many photos i never shared, so many great ones in there. And theyre all attached to different threads of ideas and moments, many of which, though simultaneous, are disparate. When i so seldomly and suddenly decide to look over my shoulder, like on a birthday’s eve such as this, i shudder at the imensity. impossible to try to recapitulate, reorganize, regurgitate, re-present. Yet the urge persists. Look at all i’ve seen! All that i didn’t show you in the moment, all that i kept to myself, all that we could have seen together. I need you to help me look at it now. the future is a vantage from which to see things: hold it a little farther from your face and it’ll come into focus. Things that seemed salient then, don’t now. The raw material moves me more from here, more than how it did when i processed it then. And yet that’s only because i now see another use for it, another way to process it, a process itself i might repeat next year, seeing a “better” way for it then, too, again. Let me not get trapped in these bogs of (active non-)thought— they convey nothing, preserve nothing. But this is an exhumation, nevertheless. an excavation, some archeological gesture or another. Look at all i’ve seen, share it with me, i want to share it with you. I shouldn’t let it pile up. I ought to let things fly out as they happen, without explanation, or without becoming overwhelmed by my own metadata and context. Posting the deli cat was both a personal joke about the imensity of all i’ve seen and collected, a laugh in the face of the impossibility of sharing the important things, as well as a gesture of good faith in the importance of sharing things at all, and having somewhere to put it where people can see it, so they can take what they can, and leave what they will. Part of the fear is the accumulation of filth. Though I act as a sieve, I can’t sift through it for you. It’s there for you to mine though, and i trust in your ability to take what you need, to find the gems, to use what nourishes you. And i should be able to trust my own filter, but don’t always. Just to do it, regardless of high promises, that must be the trick. I’m reminded of some of the platonic baggage in my implicit commitment to (classical) ideals, even those hidden in revolutionary ideologies, like bauhaus for instance. But this is an unreal worry, so let me not prate on about all that. Good design should enhance the lives of others, and there’s no need to capitalize any of those words. Just assume none of my words are capitalized, even if they are. It is neither an intellectual nor a material affair, but simply an integral part of the stuff of life, a necessity. JUST ASSUME THAT IT IS GOOD AND NECCESSARY. And never look for proof, for neither confirmation or otherwise; there’s no use, for you’ll never find any proof of anything but the activity itself; that’s the switch from proof to evidence. what is important is just to do the thing, show it (as it happens), and that’s it. The real work is the activity, but the work you see is the record of activity, thus the work becomes the trail left in my wake (turbulence), the refuse,  (fools)good, lusterless, shiny, value implicit, value no matter. It's my life / It never ends (it never ends). records of moments diffuse with formal questions, extensions of surfaces and their depths. succumbing to the picturesque like a guilty pleasure, in any traditional medium like landscapes (pictures of barns and fields upstate), portraiture (which i did a fair amount of this year, collecting and analyizing influences examples, absorbing practical education, getting my own experience. This has been an unexpected interest of mine, though it has been there. I did a monotype of a female face for a printmaking class at CCC&TI around 2015 and i never let go of that feeling. But for me ultimately its another exercise in looking, analysizing a surface, and participating in a tradition; doing it just to say i can. My aspirations as an artist are totalizing in scope, with an aggressive competitive urge; my attitude; there’s nothing i cannot do. And part of the demand has been to examine and relinquish conventional linguistic sense making strategies. At worst, this has cost me some real thinking. At it’s best, it has opened the way. resisting the lapse into automatism and dealing with what’s there, rather than my idea of what is there. Bracketing the ruse of immediacy, diverting large streams by digging small channels, at times with the fervor of a border collie. words as a corrosive force, susceptible to corrosion themselves.

Meet me at freezing point

on a night with no stars

the hamburger wrapper stuck to your shoe

cheese glue.

your persimmon eyes

divide the planes of the wall

like half-drawn sword, an obelisk

or an ear of corn.

This spire is a macrocosm of the knife

Dull compared to this bundle of rooms

The room which is part snake.

The railway line a torus

A desert or another keyboard

desert sharing the keyboards

with clear snakes

to let the clear snakes type some too.

Beer church circumstance:

In the Droplet you see your unlocked tomb

in the bucket of atomic soul illness.

The Planet is crying urine.

A pause button on the water

Wheel canopy at one o’clock tonight.

Spiral paper ancient

Shell of calls, round throat. Throbbing:

On fire. Double.

As an excited toolbox

Tooling form external

Your name a love letter.

Crucifix installation

To be made of a scoop

Of death, a game of protection.

The book hammer hammers out

Oak trees. The oak trees oak me

in way not above mentioned

as if they were microphones.

A curved arrow of blood

Shovels betrayal across a red felony

Stars in clouds hanging.

From id forebrain

Alchemical trombone train station

Postbox tigerbox paperback.

Arrow crescent crescent

Crescent cripple crocodile crocodile

Crocodile crocodile.

Castle withdrawn from nose

Rooter’s nose a lizard teacup

A cow face double.

Bubble buddha principal:

A kindergarten looking map

for the sponge owl night plunger.

Here is a god face with a round grapevine

A plant sign undergoing a minute fragrant cyclone

White milker violin operation.

Orphan palms flower blockade

Ancestral evil in fluids

Tearing tearing tearing.

Yesterday’s medicine

Is tentative as a speech balloon

For popcorn nesting dolls.

Tentacle ears button

Blue sound to the air as a gift 

Only for beginners.

From heaven and refreshing

As an arrogant yellow crayon

Horse plot is cloud height.

Orangutan ballet tree

The modern anniversary

Of the comet arts video.

And her golden necklace

In lord umbrella cowboy union

The trademark registration.

Human inability

An inaccessible vegetable plate

Spiral monkey path.

Man utility

Vehicle bomb unexploded

Calendar spider.

Man Utility Vehicle Bomb Unexploded Calendar Spider.

マンユーティリティビークル爆弾不発カレンダースパイダー。

And crescent crescent

Moon goddess of liberty

Kitchen knife white square.

And a crescent moon, a crescent moon, the Statue of Liberty, a kitchen knife, a white square.

そして三日月、三日月、自由の女神像、包丁、白い四角。

Great telephone receiver

Telephone arrow cat heart

Fickle anger outburst.

Awesome receivers, phone arrows, cat hearts, whimsical rage bursts.

素晴らしい受信機、電話の矢印、猫のハート、気まぐれな怒りの爆発。

Button blood and private

Fast running as woman blowfish

Storm incomprehensible.

The storm of blood splattering the buttons and the heavy breathing of the woman's private parts is 

incomprehensible.

ボタンに飛び散る血の嵐と女性の陰部の荒い呼吸は理解できない。

Elephant face with

Rolling rain play or stolen

Metamorphosis.

The elephant's face, wet from the pouring rain, creates a sense of playfulness and change.

降り注ぐ雨に濡れた象の顔は、遊び心と変化を感じさせます。

If it comes from my life, it will come from my fingertips fumbling anxiously in the pleasure box. As I stride up the dark basement stairs, I offer a simple instruction instead: Let go of what scares you.

もしそれが私の人生から来るものなら、それは快楽の箱を不安そうに探り回す私の指先から来るだろう。暗い地下室の階段を闊歩しながら、私は代わりにシンプルな指示を出す。怖いものを手放せ。

The crystal belly of the wave spins tales for its baby, hidden nightmares dissolving into framed juices on your lips, I think, as I watch you transform into a tilted, fog-breaking station.

波の水晶の腹は、その赤ちゃんのために物語を紡ぎ、隠された悪夢があなたの唇の上で額縁に入ったジュースに溶けていくのを、私は考えながら、あなたが傾いた霧を破るステーションに変身するのを見ています。

Your whale hat is blowing in the wind. You're spraying brain mist at me. I love it. I can taste the brain mist spurting from your lemon strands.

君のクジラの帽子が風に吹かれて、脳ミストを吹きかけてくれる。最高だよ。君のレモンの房から噴き出す脳ミストを味わえる。

The Sneezing Rabbit enters Eternal Morning and remains there until he feels he must remain, where he is replaced by Eternal Morning again, but many more parallels emerge between the links in the Lemon Chain.

くしゃみウサギは永遠の朝に入り、そこに留まらなければならないと感じるまでそこに留まり、そこで再び永遠の朝に置き換えられますが、レモンチェーンのリンク間にはさらに多くの類似点が浮かび上がります。

I want some physics. I want some twists. Gorilla Diamond's death is a red balloon for me. River Medallion is gone.

物理法則が欲しい。何かひねりが欲しい。ゴリラ・ダイアモンドの死は私にとって赤い風船だ。リバー・メダリオンは消えた。

forgive the reef, beg the forest for your life. forget the tundra as it forgets you.

サンゴ礁を許し、森に命乞いをしなさい。ツンドラがあなたを忘れるように、あなたもツンドラを忘れなさい。

The most ticklish feet are also the hands that hold me tightest, as a gorilla who will die tomorrow, and as a discarded photograph.

最もくすぐったい足は、明日死ぬゴリラとして、そして捨てられた写真として、私を最も強く抱きしめる手でもある。

I'm going so far away I can't expose my carpets to dust and celery noises. Call me when you get there before dawn. I'm sure you will. Then I'll be on my way.

すごく遠くへ行くので、カーペットを埃やセロリの音にさらすわけにはいかないんです。夜明け前に着いたら電話してください。きっと来てくれると思います。それから出発します。

What she wrote is so sensitive that it will have to be flushed down the toilet — even toilet paper has a time — and the anger of smart people in society who fear that the information will be used against them will be a knife turned inwards.

彼女が書いた内容は非常にセンシティブなので、トイレに流さなければならないだろう。トイレットペーパーにも時がある。そして、その情報が自分たちに不利に利用されることを恐れる社会の賢明な人々の怒りは、内側に向けられたナイフとなるだろう

Touching the flame. A bow in a dripping pail, another bow hidden in the coals. To refuse to teach is to refuse to learn. Every face ripples, melts, and like phyllo dough, always disappears again.

炎に触れる。滴る桶の中の弓、炭火の中に隠されたもう一つの弓。教えることを拒むことは、学ぶことを拒むことだ。すべての顔は波立ち、溶け、そしてフィロ生地のように、必ずまた消え去る。

There is another face hidden behind the bars, the first face you see, the face you will see if you notice it, but the only perfect thing we have is a place where we can go without looking.

鉄格子の後ろにはもう一つの顔が隠されている。最初に目にする顔、気づけば目にする顔だ。しかし、私たちが持つ唯一の完璧なものは、見ることなく行ける場所だ。

To know something is to see it for the first time

何かを知るということは、それを初めて見るということである

The viscosity of blood-soaked custard, toothpaste, melted butter, and shampoo gradually changes and passes through the origin.

血まみれのカスタード、歯磨き粉、溶けたバター、シャンプーの粘度は徐々に変化し、起源を通過します。

Sea foam, sea foam. Ocean edge. Cream colored lid rim, beam heart front.

海の泡、海の泡。海の縁。クリーム色の蓋の縁、前面はビームハート。

And yet these sentences seem contradictory: the crooked gong sharpens the logic of the shopping cart.

しかし、これらの文は矛盾しているように見えます。曲がったゴングはショッピングカートの論理を研ぎ澄まします。

The yellow boxy storage container melts into an ironic red and releases a liquid scent of earth and mud that rises and exalts me, glowing magenta of dove and truffle.

黄色い箱型の収納容器が皮肉な赤色に溶けて、土と泥の液体の香りを放出します。その香りは私を高揚させ、鳩とトリュフの輝くマゼンタ色になります。

予測可能性の前例は、それ自体のために決して訴えられるべきではない。

The precedent of foreseeability should never be appealed to for its own sake.

予見可能性の判例は決してそれ自体のために訴えられるべきではない。

The case of foreseeability should never be appealed to for its own sake.

予見可能性のケースは、それ自体のために訴えられるべきではない。

The case of foreseeability should not be pleaded on its own merits.

予見可能性のケースは、それ自体のメリットに基づいて主張されるべきではない。

The case of foreseeability should not be argued on its own merits.

予見可能性については、それ自体のメリットに基づいて議論すべきではない。

randomized lines from a transcription of the video Art & Flatnixing #16 – Raoul De Keyser 

“Masterclass #16 by Hans Theys about some paintings by Raoul De Keyser, presented in his studio by his son Piet. Filmed on May 24th 2020.”

probably of hooker green or another very dark green before it was finally covered

 and several layers of clouds

 but a kind of functional one resulting from

 be

 covering it with a transparent layer of yellow or several transparent yellows of greenish yellow and to the right

 whereas as i said it came into existence through the attempt to cover a

 this beautifully is beautifully executed exquisite meeting

 different colors now i discovered very very beautiful

 came into existence maybe as a reparation as we have seen

 and in this early work we recognize one of the major

 the work of raoul de keyser or happens

 it's today or never show you this painting look at this tiny

 it's always a painting

 we see the importance of the

 then again seemingly underneath or on the border of the gray

 actually it means ralph the emperor but in belgium we just call him raoul the kaiser behind me you will

 next to a red spot

 soccer and him being [Music]

 purpose a paint which is too thin to really cover the paper so the the

 um or maybe did not leave it empty but he first painted the black

 brush strokes reinforcing it the green

 i'm going to shut up now it's too ridiculous also here

 recognize a monkey puzzle tree um which has served as a subject in numerous of his

 and on the border of the painting we see that it must have contained a layer

 greenish very light gray stripe between the edit white stripe

 tiny tiny green stained whole green purple red

 you look at the image in its totality the painting and its authority because you are inclined to read a kind

 paintings

 they remind us of a sky and not because it's blue but because

 bottom part of the painting as we saw in the painting by diamonds

 an apparent monochrome constituted of lots of stains of

 goes almost to the upper left corner very light again very beautiful very

 in this work we you will immediately now recognize

 it's a beautiful exercise in lightness

 it became the painting itself came into existence as an exercise trying

 the choice of the non-treated canvas here we see two

 you

 which we can see here maybe to the right consists of repeated attempts

 and which originated of course in um his son's playing

 of the fields the blue field itself which

 it's an original it's gouache says um

 cover it so a repeated

 that the paper depending on paper originally has been green as well

 of them pete did i see all of them a pixel magazine

 i dropped

 putting down a brush stroke in this case for example we see how he left the original canvas empty

 impossible to fit that get thinner when you

 been added to the black shapes in the beginning and we see a completely different treatment of the

 it again originates from the early attempts

 we needed a dark background to be able to film it

 also in the sky one might discover lots of blues at the same time

 in the very first work which we could not see you see the surface has not been filled

 he was a true gentleman cultivated librarian a reader an avid reader and

 evoking the image of a doorknob and a very very subtle one here

 vertically apply and create a kind of missed form

 paint impossible to film

 green

 thank you peach it's also extremely beautiful also get into it

 to close the painting so to cover the paper

 get higher and here it becomes very thin like a spiderweb almost and it

 and the painting itself is executed in a color that looks like black that is

 corners apparently i can't shut up

 at the foot of the dust of the figures on the tiles of delft and as we saw the bottom

 application of these layers is the only way to cover the canvas

 the patient father along the field i imagine or impatient anyway

 trembling black line and it's also different from the yellow one here and the black

 covering and unveiling each other

 at the bottom and this painting of course as i said earlier but maybe i can stress

 in it and not a reflection upon painting which it is and it is so

 and how it trends pierces here

 decisions have taken place here

 yes i wanted to come back to make sure we saw that the canvas has not been treated

 three doorknobs

 such as trying to cover the fear has steered

 exactly

 we saw the darker

 shape we see a doorknob there

 here in 98 to think about stripes and how to cross a painting with

 of um image or composition

 and the word field of course refers to a subject matter that

 a stripe and earlier with

 which has been constituted with numerous colors blues greens

 adding an even thinner layer of white on top of the surface that appears

 non-painted canvas next to it

 welcome to our series flat mixing around art for our 6th master class dedicated to

 greenish turquoise like blue then it has been covered with thin

 we see why this might have been interesting because it immediately invites to paint the geometrical

 does not really exist um it's always an assembly of dots

 of the tea painting by walter swennen also here we see an apparent monochrome

 okay

 it is very very very light

 but i will try to describe it anyway it's a work on paper

 carefully if you see what i mean it's applied differently

 the pictorial themes i spoke about different

 yellow surface there it disappears here very beautiful the thin

 blue with darker blue three dark blue four there's a very little one

 which are actually the non-painted background

 does not touch the border of the canvas reveals what seems to be

 it's not applied the same way as this blue border we see here how the blue borders board

 these are parts of being applied straightly from the tube here we see drippings

 hooker green does not reach the border of the painting totally not on the left

 a white treatment of the canvas but i don't think it is because it even leaves a border of

 at the bottom of the bottom white stripe you see you cannot see it like this

 tender and at the bottom the painting is reinforced by

 line between the yellow and the white field

 of the painting where it seems to be applied very often i use the word clumsily

 came back very often in his works which is soccer

 blue and the gray background here this blue corner very beautiful

 seven works i see because we see how this movement continues

 in the different ways uh raul the geyser suggests the presence of

 that were already reflecting about how to go

 thank you

 thank you it's very very very beautiful again

 this field dark dark green field

 the painting has been finished with transparent layers

 but i did not say this because i wanted to compare the painting to a sky that would be ridiculous

 another type of gray here in the corner the gray itself has a green view

 i show you the back no thank you

 with what looks like several layers of oil paint

 maybe we can try like this no that's not possible

 painting

 with your brush from the left to the right from the bottom to the top how to define a stripe which of course

 and then he has added two stripes white stripes oh my god it's

 to work on paper and the reflection prevents us from seeing it

 the work of the keizer as attempts to create resistance

 to um create a hooker green surface on a paper which

 attempts repair the weak spots that might have

 equally it contains accidents very light

 and the tied to this olive yard heavily corrected

 other border of the painting where the black or supposedly black stripe probably also

 to evoke resistance to prevent him from making let's say an obvious or straight

 the coming into existence of this painting not really aesthetical

 a little bit yeah

 but it's hard and or impossible to film it seems

 ways of painting or not painting a stripe or

 but today i will be received in his studio by his son pete who will show me some

 does not cover or touch what we call the gray background but which has

 and we can't see anything we shouldn't

 okay. thank you very much it's beautiful

 might be pronounced in china or the united states

 probably a mixture with hooker green and the construction of the painting

 found on foreign

 to this one they're both as delicate did i see all

 here we also see an apparent monochrome but it consists of a great number of stripes

 is very absorbing and prevents the artist who uses on

 because mr de keyser used both of them

 here we see another work which uses elements we saw before

 reverential pronoun when i wrote about him

 in this painting it's hard to film green and blue trends pierced yellow

 how can i put it not a corner but um the opposite of a corner the curve

 and might also be acrylic paint

 apparent realistic paintings figurative paintings

 one here there are three attempts to as raul

 painting came into existence through the repetitive the repeated

 three exercises in painting a monochrome three times differently to the left

 between these two shades of

 the other type of border blue here with the tiny field of empty canvas between the

 anyway what we can guess from this image is that you see very tiny white dots

 there and then we also see how

 but you can see it when we come here here you see that it creates this

 using diagonal stripes in the middle making a canvas very dark green and then

 i don't know how to put it differently in english it's it seems not to be applied

 it's an exercise in green white and very dark green and blue

 and we might interpret the

 a rectangular very delicately applied cloud

 on top of this squeezed out paint this other beautiful accident here

 the white stripe here is a kind of choke it suggests the canvas has been treated

 and that i was deeply impressed when i met raul decatur for the first time

 line or stripe do you see this this black one the black one

 it comes back here the white comes back there but not for example here behind the

 layers of white in horizontal brush strokes

 just because i see skies like this

 maybe it's darker in here

 also the dark blue edge under the pale blue field

 in these tiny accidents this apparition of the red for example

 as the background leaving part of the canvas in the background open and then he organized these tiny

 background and this green comes back on the border

 pictorial themes in the work of the case which you might not immediately see when

 it's different from the dark green emerald green one it's different from this hesitating

 a straight line on the grass the grass resisted

 he told me he was fascinated by a guy who painted the white stripes on the soccer

 wow

 he's the first artist ever i have referred to [Music] with the reverential pronoun the

 it's very very very beautiful painting

 in comparison

 field and still did so with the big brush and he said while he was trying to paint

 and not at the bottom

 fields visible brush strokes as if a series of functional decisions

 the over of the painter raoul de keyser i don't know how his name

 coined it cross the canvas cross the field

 appeared trying to cover the paper

 almost invisible

 shocking absorbing canvas with a paint that is too thin to really

 all this stalking and blubbering makes one forget that i always try not to blabber when flying

 maybe we can find a trace at the bottom it's maybe here very big

 is it a diptych pete because the

 green accidents on top of the black stripes here mixed with the supposed background

 paintings um raud kaiser left us in

 there's also a combination of shiny paint glossy paint and matte

 stripe on the right which we have seen is not a stripe but gives it's more like a cloud

 this painting presents itself more as an object with a dense structure

 here we see an early painting also on paper maybe it's a print is it a print

 shape i don't know i'm not sure but i think so and then he painted what we experienced

 a thick line do you see the green line here is totally the very green line different

 and the supposed background which has been reinforced with a very thin white layer

liturgician berserker the kissing shell reef

of horse doubt. cry moonquake to embrittle

the multitudes in red birth muscularity – ass by

kings insessorial (perching or adapted for perching) and blazes

at twilight when blessed center of art first as

the desert. sewers cloister sewers unrippable

the unrippable of life! see? worst yolks do not change

sizz ygsdrasil pharaoh repeated and coolants

fame awaits fate at door frame, hard sword tantalize

show wormcrap as vibrophone your strength is

solar bird instancing the wind as spring

“Too proud to whitewash and too poor to paint.”

the first subchakral postmaster

and letters iii and dragon brood widemouthed

and coolants, coward forces. crocodile

years remember how little body white love’s

flitwite ( A fine for brawling or wrangling. Earliest known use

in 1340, in the writing of Ranulf Higden, Benedictine

monk and chronicler. Last known use late 1600s)

smitten barrancas (A steep-sided gully or arroyo, or

a steep bluff or bank; town in Colombia; cemetery

in Florida; fictional town in the computer game

Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas; name of a guide

in the opening scenes of Raiders of the Lost Ark

(2016): A movie about a nephew who invites his friends

to his uncle's country house) a tree coarse island without dream

incubation and purple sings to compare.

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