By Arthur Kauffman
Sometimes there’s no better thing to do on a sun-soaked day than to sit at a table and try to float.
Because aviators have to be in black and white
Okay, so working with sunspots and bright colors and smoke just starts getting a little trippy after awhile. And it’s a welcome break from studying and it makes me happy today.
Summer’s leaving fast. Sad. Here’s to memories:
The processes of finding yourself are always better with less clothes
My vehicle and hotel for much of the summer
Look for one more post coming soon as an ode to summer before Sir Autumn takes over.
My infatuation with pain has a long history. i’m both horrified yet fascinated with it, the same way we watch a chipmunk crossing a 4 lane highway, secretly hoping it makes it across safely and yet itching to see it get magnificently smashed into chipmunk butter.
My roommate doesn’t move, he’s perfect to take pictures of. He only holds a needle and draws lovely things in ink on skin.
Photo credit: Susanna Ramos
