lunes, 28 de mayo de 2018
I like to be outdoors.
I like to smell elderflowers that haven't been in a can.
I like to go from "ish, there is a bug there" to "yeah, let's climb that tree naked, why not" in a couple of minutes.
I like to improvise a tripod with stuff that I find around and get my camera rained on and shrug.
I like to feel my skin full of soil and sweat.
I like to breath fresh clean air and then pollute it a bit with a cigarette whilst listening to the birds.
Then I like to go home, have a shower, eat something that wasn't in a bag, sit down and paint trees.
I paint the trunk and the leaves and I paint myself and it doesn't matter how long it takes or if it looks good or not.
Why don't I do this everyday?
I don't know.
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lunes, 31 de julio de 2017
There are more and more people who say "the perfect woman!" when they see this kind of picture.
Sorry guys, this is not a woman, it's an imaginary creature with no gender.
But I see what you mean by "perfect":
It runs twice as fast.
It kicks asses twice as hard.
It can't have garlic breath.