27 Feb 2010
26 Feb 2010
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24 Feb 2010
23 Feb 2010
lock those new indie deers in neo-doughnut love and throw them to the brazilian dream
this is my new book! i scrapped the ends of matches off and piled them up into a circle, there on the right you can see a hole... a pink hole a scar from the flames. At Stefanos with Rocio, eating morrocan cous
22 Feb 2010
I have a new book now, thats just about the end of this one,
Its about time this furr coat was getting a bit ..... matted.
youl be up to date soon, this time we are going LANDSCAPE
21 Feb 2010
life → our choices → individual experiences → outlook on life → the way we see reality → formed ideals and philosophies → Idea → Process of Ideas → Product
20 Feb 2010
Overseer Speaks in Baby Talk, So we See and Taste before we Walk
Something is happening to us, and it happens through our choices,
We don't notice it, its taken for granted, in fact this happening is . . .
Unchangeable in immaterial idea but forever changing physically.
It is one, and yet individually different. Choose the life lion not the digital.
19 Feb 2010
18 Feb 2010
Once upon a time there was a lazy Walrus, he sat by the beach all day sleeping to sunsets and waking to sunrises. One sunrise a Suited Sardine flapped over to the Lazy Walrus, he was a busy Suited Sardine and managed to have a spare 5 minutes before hitting the business tin in the deep deep sea. He asked the Lazy Walrus "why do you sit all day by the beach without a care in the world, when you could be working hard in the deep deep sea?" The Lazy Walrus replied with a yawn "i'm not too sure,why do you work all day in the deep deep sea?" The Suited Sardine smugly replied "thats easy,so that later when i'm older il have enough money to be lazy. . . sit by the sea . . . without a care
in the world" a short story made with Geffen , i think started in Nils (The best falafel in East Berlin)
wallowing in a residency of spacial stars,
swimming in galactic ripples of jupiter and mars,
17 Feb 2010
Like it when we spin in his smokey grin ,
twisting round in his polluting clouds ,
started in scotland edinburghs heritage museum , just before the new years . This page was forgotten a short while and was revisited by Geffens colours my good friend from school who got me set off in Berlin when she used to live here. Then the page was adorned with a backdrop description of newyears,
16 Feb 2010
The Department Of Primal Domestic Disturbances
The truth is I have no idea what this page is about, But i can analyse it using past knowledge of memory. DOGS - well when you walk down east Berlin all youl find is an abundance of punks with dogs, infact i believe this dog is SET an egyptian god of the night, but i have no idea if set is a dog or not! perhaps a Camel with Canine teeth BUT tubelord joe has written something in purple its very subliminal! "ALL THESE GODS ARE TRAPPED WILLY WONKAS SHOE"
Blue was the night, . . .thoughts. . . we drank those apples together,
wed climb so high the seeds would fall through our hungry stomachs, .
the seed started shooting and made little knots around
our knees , our feet scrunched in the dirt , we could
feel the dirt in between our toes . grow grow grow
It was frightening at first you could see it in her eyes ,
But the vines only held us closer I could feel her warm skin on mine
Flowers grew and she only got prettier ,
and her legs grew taller the light would reflect off them in mornings
and you could see them glisten in the morning dew,
Passwords and forms and applications informations on all sorts of flattened dead trees reside in my head, they are taking up invaluable space that could be used to invent ingenious ways to safely trap mice. But no Mr Modern and his flashy silk fish suit ask for it. This page started out as a drawing of a large chinaman on the bus, then the theme of mice killing was introduced when a nice lass emmie had some small visitors in her flat, along with these visitors came small tasks " TO KILL A MOUSE" The page then ended with some food at a squat called FISCH LADEN we ate together with dogs cheap food that looked like frogs.
15 Feb 2010
I am left in a lost battle through the education systems of Her Majesty's Great England.
I am not words nor images but numbers in an input machine of luck,
"We are heavily oversubscribed with nearly 1700 applications"
I am one of one thousandseven hundred. Don't Panic!
Her Majesty said to me well file you with the rest, and il send you
a kind formal letter with , " dears" and "sirs" and "regards" . . . it will be spledid! . . .
But if you do manage to be one of our lucky winners we'll be sure to hand you a certificate . . .perhaps even gold stars, you can show them to your next employer so they know youv been a golden boy, so they know you have been refined in our filters, our filters of education, Where we give you everything in life, some gold some legs to come home to perhaps a dog and a roof. DONT WORRY SHE SAID DONT PANIC HE SAID
EAT RAW STRAW, BRING INK TEA, LIVE AND DRAW, FLY BEFORE WE HIT THE FLOOR, SCREAM BEFORE YOU KNOCK THE DOOR, DRINKING SENSES HOW WE ARE,
14 Feb 2010
we cannot sleep for we have no eye lids, the light contructs my visions,
vibrations construct the songs but the sirens sing it wrong,
when will you stop drawing the light, when will you stop listening and talk instead,
create the vibrations create the visions , before they've finished it all,
youl sleep silicone forever if you wait,
Luis López Sancho, a genetics professor by profession a composer by way of life and tall friendly genius to the our collective. Jesús Espuña, an advertiser by profession, works days in marketing and at night a freedom fighter for love, my roommate to my left, Micol Singarella, wendy to most of the lost children of Berlin, by day she works in marketing by night she is the singer of the beautiful Sick Maries, The thunder storm in all good caves of music and shes my room mate to the right........what would i do with out my mind ,my right and left hands
If you didnt know, its the chinese new year, YEAR OF THE TIGER. And equally important its CARNIVAL a festival celebrated by latinos where everybody dresses up. We brought this to the cold streets of Berlin, my flatmates have a band called The Sick Maries, whos live act will blow your mind, its somewhere between a lightning storm in a Glam Rock Disco and they played yesterday night.I think the only way i could have a better time is to float to the stars on Willy Wonka's fizzy lifting drinks with some good friends. We went to a cave, a cave of lights and music with strange animals dancing in the hollows. It looked like some sort of old metro tunnel but it was strange for a middle aged man had an underground shop that nobody went to right by where we were dancing, There was one giant metalic door to it and inside pool tables and seats food and wine. But only all for him. This time he invited us in. . . . . . . . . . .
13 Feb 2010
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11 Feb 2010
This was a creation i did when i arrived in Scotland, it was a terrible time but Arezoo saved me by letting me sleep on her couch a week before christmas. The drawing was a combination of words i started in stockholm, characters we drew together at Arezoos place and also some coffee shop work that was finished in Berlin. Three countries one page, there are so many layers, a layer of patterns and strange faces from arezoo, a layer done with help from Jesus my friend in Berlin and Neighbour. And finish ups done with tea and coffe breaks in Berlin o and we watched CHITTY CHITTY BANG BANG!