elephant stomps

After finding an amazing blue plastic elephant toy at fan-tastic I apprehensively cut him in two in order to make him some friends. I loved how they looked when they were coming together so I started distorting them even more only to come up with a herd of misfit elephants that were cut in two... oh bother. I feel like I was doing surgery in order to find their soft insides but had the realization of a child who found that their favorite animal has only stuffing on the inside. The whole experience was fun, though, and minus the chemical burns on my hands and the cough I'm still getting over from breathing in silica, concrete was a rather fun material to work with.

so we can see your lion's mane

So I've been committing absorbant amounts of fakery in keeping up a blog but at least to be somewhat legit let me show you some friends I've made along the way... (some new and some longtime scrabble partners)

here's a slideshow

the maiden inception of my contemplative precipice

Thus being the inaugural post in my newly formed blog I feel as if I should lay a foundation in terms of what I have been thinking about lately. This is to not only be an introduction of my overly serious and sentimental work but hopefully help you to understand a broader sense of what constitutes "me." However, the "I" I am refering to I now realize cannot be explained through words and can only be generated as one continues to change. I am sure, though, of a couple things about myself. I'm sure that I'm typing this right now, and I'm sure that grown-ups are worried about so-called "matters of importance" and go about daily routines of thoughtlessness and excess. I am not innately condemning society in this statement, I am merely making a personal statement in which I would like very much not to live in a routine manner. Also, to be able to look objectively at my actions in order to live out a sort of satire in which I exhibit thought and energy into things many people might see as frivolous and puerile.

the little prince - "If someone loves a flower, of which just one single blossome grows in all the millions and millions of stars, it is enough to make him happy just to look at the stars. He can say to himself: 'Somewhere, my flower is there...' But if the sheep eats the flower, in one moment all his stars will be darkened... And you think that is not important!"