Friday night and I am recording the sound of a tap dripping, nodding my head to the rhythm.
Adam is now playing the recording through an amplifier. ‘It sounds fucking amazing!’ he says.
1:41 am 2 notes
Made some patches. Pulled some faces.
But…I’m a GOOD PERSON *cries* - Me, in response to any and all criticism ever
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How to Turn a Bad Day In to a Good Day. 2014. Happy socks, Josie Long, favourite mug, rain. Dimensions variable.
Order In. 2014. Docket book and ink.
I dreamt that Marina Abramovic drew faces on the soles of both of our feet. We then lay on our backs, lifting our feet into the air and performed a puppet show detailing the difficulties of citing online sources in academic essays.
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Artist in her studio.
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I dreamt of an imagined ex who, in the time since our split, had developed a receding hairline and a taste for smoked meats and public masturbation.
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