SQUAT TOUR!
a decade of camping in dozens of squats all over the world beholds my favorite yet. this house feels like an extension of myself and the work i put into it has been well worth the past three months it's held me. connecting the water line up the mountain to the river was such a victory. i'd never been happier to wash my hands. no rent, no walls, no electricity, no cell service, running water, and total isolation. these are many good mornings. all my frogs are from walden pond. all i've ever truly wanted from life is to be alone outside, and that's likely all i will ever acquire. i've lived majorly in accordance with these values, and this is why hardly anyone knows me. that feels increasingly tragic as i age, and that's ok. i don't have to wear clothes and i can make whatever shapes and noises i please.
unfinished portrait in oil. this was my first attempt at oil paint, and i learned a lot while working. i want to ace this portrait. plans for completion commence when i return from mexico in the spring!
i miss him so much. i dream about him often. he tells me i'll always be able to find him, sometimes with an exact time and place to meet in future dreams.
alex come over, my les paul is still strung left handed for you.
