found and working. ranging from the work break walkaounds. to the brokenscreen lectures. seeing things in everythings. skratches across everything. scratches making things. cracks become the lines. blobs become another thing.
every once in a while i feel the quick post-it picture set hit me. sometimes, like this time, i post them. I should do more instagram; don’t know why. sometimes that seems so public. published and perished. this seems more like a close group, even though I don’t know you at all.