Ew men.
More macro of ugly fuchsia flowers, courtesy of my mother’s garden.
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Typhoon Show 2012, Elements
Shot for The Daily Northwestern, also so my colleague (#2) could show her parents what she’s been up to.
“The Neuroscience of Your Brain on Fiction” by Annie Murphy Paul, New York Times
Lakeview, en route to The Alley.
So funny story. I was reaching for my ID in order to get a very adult piercing, and my BUBBLETAPE fell out of my backpack.
Three a.m. jogging through the fog. Thought about absolutely nothing but how inconveniently sized my boobs are.
The thing about painting is that although I love doing it, I don’t feel as if my work is actually worth shit. Therefore, the only way my paintings could potentially be of value is if I give them away to friends. The octopus is presently ownerless, but the tiger was intended for my housemate Izzy, who had a suicide scare fall quarter and was gone all winter.
UPDATE: the octopus has been imposed upon a reluctant friend.
observations and (contradictory?) advice from Safiya Merchant
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