Artwork, studio visitors, adventures
Artwork, studio visitors, adventures
Weave season is in full swing. A woman was watching me so I said hello. She thought there was something dead in the street. (Taken with instagram)
Sometimes things go up in flames part II.
I do not like being woken up by fire. Tonight at 12:21 am, I had to call 911 because a shipping container that was parked on the dock of the building next door to my loft was on fire. Part of the building appeared to be up in flames as well. Last year this exact scenario happened but this time I felt less panicky, the fire trucks got here in about 5 minutes instead of 10, and 911 put me on hold twice.
This was sitting on my desk when I got to work today. (Taken with instagram)
As I set out on my bike this evening, I tried not to think about finding a weave. I am working on some new projects involving the found weaves and I have been afraid of my discoveries running dry. If I focus too much energy on it, will I jinx myself and stop seeing them? I got my answer tonight after taking a short cut down an alley. I found the grittiest pile of hairpieces I’ve ever seen. I don’t even know how many were in the pile! Maybe it’s a weave and a wig or multiple weaves. I didn’t have my camera and the sun was setting, so I have decided to go back in the morning when the lighting is better. I hope it will still be there.
Picked this up today at the Asian Festival in my neighborhood. I bought a mounted tarantula last year and was hoping to buy a scorpion but the vendor was not there this year.
