Packing to go camping... these are my favourite three-dolla-holla shoes from the op-shop under my work. Love them.
DFW and last week's op-shop gold 100 per cent silk English rose print shirt.
Conchos! 
Well, there are puppies where I'm going, so I'd better get there.
This is a bit of 'in the mean-time' stuff... I'm waiting on some pens to arrive in the mail and, as usual, have drawings in process. And these are a bit different from my usual stuff because reading David Foster Wallace is making me think in giant, syrupy, existential loops. It's great.The truth is you already know what it's like. You already know the difference between the size and speed of everything that flashes through you and the tiny inadequate bit of it all you can ever let anyone know. As though inside you is this enormous room full of what seems like everything in the whole universe at one time or another and yet the only parts that get out have to somehow squeeze out through one of those tiny keyholes you see under the knob in older doors. As if we are all trying to see each other through these tiny keyholes.
But it does have a knob, the door can open. But not in the way you think...The truth is you've already heard this. That this is what it's like. That it's what makes room for the universes inside you, all the endless inbent fractals of connection and symphonies of different voices, the infinities you can never show another soul. And you think it makes you a fraud, the tiny fraction anyone else ever sees? Of course you're a fraud, of course what people see is never you. And of course you know this, and of course you try to manage what part they see if you know it's only a part. Who wouldn't? It's called free will, Sherlock. But at the same time it's why it feels so good to break down and cry in front of others, or to laugh, or speak in tongues, or chant in Bengali--it's not English anymore, it's not getting squeezed through any hole.
So cry all you want, I won't tell anybody.
--DFW, Oblivion: Stories
That robe cost me $10 and its probably the best thing I own. 
I've been making stuff... which I'm going to start selling via etsy as soon as I collect just a few more crystals and feathers and finesse the whole thing.
There were some really labour-intensive aspects to this drawing, and I had a couple of goes at editing it because I'm not really happy with it. 
Lucy. 
