This is the consoling function of narrative—the reason people tell stories, and have told stories from the beginning of time. And it has always been the paramount function of myth: to find a shape, a form, in the turmoil of human experience.
12:27 pm • 26 June 2013
Every time I open the door to my kitchen the cockroaches scuttle into the darkness. One must learn how to see them as friends, as dust sprites.
7:00 pm • 29 May 2013 • 237 notes
I am taking a drawing class at the Art Students League one evening a week. I’d like to move into a painting class next. Figure drawing may be boring, but when you work in an office all day, it’s as therapeutic as going to the gym or taking a long walk in the park.
9:47 pm • 15 May 2013 • 1 note
I believe I was meant for a European life.
9:03 pm • 15 May 2013
"it’s nice to stop in little fishing villages in the middle of nowhere" björk, 2008.
9:34 pm • 20 March 2013 • 1 note
I shuffled some things around in my room and made way for a painting space. The studio is a work in progress. Right now my room is divided between work space (desk, windows, easel) and bed space — with plenty of space in between somehow…
Takashi is in his room scratching away at what is most likely a pastel drawing.
6:23 pm • 9 February 2013 • 1 note
I finished reading The Discovery of Heaven
I finally finished reading this book, after reading several others in the interim.
2:11 pm • 9 February 2013
Just some thoughts after going to the museum.
4:06 pm • 3 February 2013