“Oh dear,” said Julia, “where can we hide in fair weather, we orphans of the storm.”
Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Followers
Blog Archive
-
▼
2023
(372)
-
▼
November
(54)
- lAst
- imAGe
- Santa Klaus
- Abstract Not Abstract
- Costa del Brainwashing
- Michelangelo Antonioni, China, ‘Fascist’
- Union
- Wound
- InK
- Out of All the Impressions
- Slightly Slow
- Wavers
- b&w
- Winter Waves
- Big Tech, Dark Substance
- Pizzagate “Debunking” Journalist Arrested for Rapi...
- Final Words
- White Houses
- Young
- Sweatshops
- detail 3
- Unseen Warfare
- detail 2
- detail
- Strike
- order 2
- Percy
- World War Three
- moRe fIgurEs
- Moist
- order
- piece
- If I Ever Say Anything Wrong
- Wounded by Love, Saint Porphyrios
- Almost Cut My Hair
- Presidential Music
- Counterculture Establishment News
- more ink
- tissue
- Caravan
- fiGUre
- iNk - figures
- Orb Again
- Favourite Thing
- ink x 2
- Sumi-e 6
- Hahnemuehle 3
- Oh Dear
- Christmas Song
- Sumi-e 5
- Mystery
- Death to the World
- Think Their Way Out Of It
- fiGures
-
▼
November
(54)
No comments:
Post a Comment