I like thrift stores and second hand stores. Someone loved a Thing then stopped loving the Thing then sold the Thing for money then someone else came to own the Thing in hopes that someone else will love the Thing and decide to own the Thing.
Or maybe the Thing will just gather dust and mold and decay in an attic until it’s forgotten forever.
Humans and Things are neat.
Of course, there were a lot of good people sleeping in the streets. They weren’t fools, they just didn’t fit into the needed machinery of the moment.
Pulp, Charles Bukowski, 1994
Nothing better than Charles Bukowski to help get you through some years of angst and inner turmoil.
Since this blog has absolutely zero shame, I present an excerpt from the angsty diary of 14 year old me, who copied down loads of his poems because hey someone else’s brain sucked, too, and it felt good to make his words come out of my hands. And ya know, at that age NO ONE COULD POSSIBLY UNDERSTAND ME AND MY FEELINGS, MAN.
14-year-old-Rachel and anyone reading this who might struggling, it gets better. Make your art and listen to your music and talk to humans you love. And please give me a shout if you need someone to talk to – I’m here.
Don’t worry, he’s much less terrifying in real life. Trying to remember how to paint humans after not doing for a while is hard. Welcome to the front row of my latest attempts not to entirely butcher them.
He can fly for a short ways but has to get a running start off a hill. He also writes very beautiful words that everyone should be lucky enough to read: https://sammart.one/
Last night I had a dream that rats overtook the place where I lived.
They were chewing through the window screens on both floors of my house.
We tried to keep them out as long as we could but had to flee and watch them invade our home.
They were coming up the stairs and gnawing through the floorboards and breeding in the closets.
They were too fast and too many to keep in my sight.
My home is a Thing they were not allowed to enter
Or to be inside of
Or to feel that they had a right to make their own
Or make themselves comfortable in.
I called my family.
They showed me how to quickly snap the rats’ necks.
I didn’t like doing that. I am gentle and love animals and my family.
They told me that was the most painless way to destroy an animal.
A couple other color variations:
http://www.misprintedtype.com/work/personal-works/drawing/
Eduardo Recife is absolutely amazing and works in drawing, collage, and fonts.
Statue in Auburn, WA. Get yours, crow friend.
https://www.reiquam.com/public-art#/crow-with-fries-2019
Artist: https://www.reiquam.com/
Rachel Admas 