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This is just to say. No war. Please. https://www.instagram.com/p/Ca4yskWrxyc/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

A little bit more. https://www.instagram.com/p/CbYYXYJO_Dz/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Look at what i did now. https://www.instagram.com/p/CbaHzE2umTC/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

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Why did the chicken cross the road? Transmundane Tuesday prompt from Carson Ellis. https://www.instagram.com/p/CTnapPCrSFY/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

You already are everything. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cck3g1DLcM0/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

A blink of an eye. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc8H3vZrZG_/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

or two.

On the airplane, on my way home, I lifted up my head and there was a Tom Cruise on all the screens. Different movies, or the same movie, but different scenes. Absolutely unreal.

Jane Austen (1775–1817) Austen never lived alone and had little expectation of solitude in her daily life. Her final home, a cottage in the village of Chawton, England, was no exception: she lived there with her mother, her sister, a close friend, and three servants, and there was a steady stream of visitors, often unannounced. ... Austen wrote in the family sitting room, “subject to all kinds of casual interruptions,” her nephew recalled. She was careful that her occupation should not be suspected by servants, or visitors, or any persons beyond her own family party. She wrote upon small sheets of paper which could easily be put away, or covered with a piece of blotting paper. There was, between the front door and the offices, a swing door which creaked when it was opened; but she objected to having this little inconvenience remedied, because it gave her notice when anyone was coming. “Composition seems to me impossible with a head full of joints of mutton & doses of rhubarb.” From Daily rituals by Mason Currey #dailyrituals #inktober #janeAusten @masoncurrey

Violins is the answer. All cats know it well. https://www.instagram.com/p/CYXVsG0JYBu/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Kaputnik. Kaputnik is a conjunction of the word "kaput" (meaning "broken, damaged, destroyed") and "Sputnik" (Russian robotic spacecraft). Meaning is obvious: something which hasn't come up to expectations. Suggested by @dimetartemid who disappeared since. Come back! https://www.instagram.com/p/CriphjGgO_F/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

A fly is not an animal. https://www.instagram.com/p/CbKlHUvu3AH/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

David Lynch (1946-2025) I like things to be orderly,” Lynch told a reporter in 1990. For seven years I ate at Bob’s Big Boy. I would go at 2:30, after the lunch rush. I ate a chocolate shake and four, five, six, seven cups of coffee—with lots of sugar. And there’s lots of sugar in that chocolate shake. It’s a thick shake. In a silver goblet. I would get a rush from all this sugar, and I would get so many ideas! I would write them on these napkins. It was like I had a desk with paper. “ - From Daily Rituals: How Artists Work by Mason Currey “I don't think it was pain that made [Vincent Van Gogh] great - I think his painting brought him whatever happiness he had.” ― David Lynch Thank you for all your amazing art! #dailyrituals #inktober #DavidLynch #goals @masoncurrey

Laundry day. https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce3zvWkru-P/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

The Ox from Dialogues in Paradise by Can Xue. It came again, butting and bumping against the wooden wall, making a loud noise. https://www.instagram.com/p/CikQ5dauStn/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

I was feeling listless about this inktober until I picked up Daily Rituals : How artists work by Mason Currey. I immediately knew that I want to do these portraits for the inktober. FRANCIS BACON. At the end of these long nights, Bacon frequently demanded that his reeling companions join him at home for one last drink - an effort, it seems, to postpone his nightly battles with insomnia. Bacon depended on polls to get to sleep, and he would read and reread classic cookbooks to relax himself before bed. #inktober #portraits #francisBacon

Four eyes are just better. Everyone can see.

M is for Maurice. Had a lovely conversation with Maurice. New York at its best!

Rainy day. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cae85fsLsQN/?utm_medium=copy_link