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Knitting is a serious business. https://www.instagram.com/p/CZwdPwxLP0Q/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

THE BOOK from Stories for Nighttime and Some for the Day by Ben Loory. "THE WOMAN RETURNS FROM THE STORE WITH AN armload of books. She reads them quickly, one by one, over the course of the next few weeks. But when she opens the last one, the woman frowns in surprise. All the pages in the book are blank. Every single one. The woman takes the book back to the store, but the manager won’t let her return it. Right there on the cover, the manager says, This book has no words and is non-returnable." https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf61DnhO1NL/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Playing with walnut ink. https://www.instagram.com/p/B82kuJ2BAn0/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

The fruit is good for nothing. Â frúcta não vôs ôu lhe serve. "English as She is Spoke" by Jose da Fonseca and Pedro Carolina. I adore "Rejected" cartoon by Don Hertzfeldt. I am sure you have all seen it, but if not, look it up. And thank me later. Unless you hate it. Then thank me anyway for broadening your taste.

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Many beginnings. Beginning 5. Frederick was contemplating geese flying south for winter and dreaming about moving to Florida. * Starting is easy, it's the middle that is often a muddle. And I won't even mention the endings. Here are some beginnings for children stories that flitter through my head. https://www.instagram.com/p/COu0fRFhvBo/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Catty corner or kitty corner or also cater cornered. Such a weird expression that today I learned is to be identified with obsolete cater “four”, from Middle French quatre. Favorite words. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cq8Dw2QO_Vr/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Erik Satie (1866–1925) In 1898, Satie moved from Paris’s Montmartre district to the working-class suburb of Arcueil, where he would live for the rest of his life. Most mornings, however, the composer returned to the city on foot, walking a distance of about six miles to his former neighborhood, stopping at his favorite cafés along the way. According to one observer, Satie “walked slowly, taking small steps, his umbrella held tight under his arm. When talking he would stop, bend one knee a little, adjust his pince-nez and place his fist on his hip. Then he would take off once more, with small deliberate steps.” His dress was also distinctive: the same year that he moved to Arcueil, Satie received a small inheritance, which he used to purchase a dozen identical chestnut-colored velvet suits, with the same number of matching bowler hats. Locals who saw him pass by each day soon began calling him the Velvet Gentleman. The last train back to Arcueil left at 1:00 A.M., but Satie frequently missed it. Then he would walk the several miles home, sometimes not arriving until the sun was about to rise. Nevertheless, as soon as the next morning dawned, he would set off to Paris once more. The scholar Roger Shattuck once proposed that Satie’s unique sense of musical beat, and his appreciation of “the possibility of variation within repetition,” could be traced to this “endless walking back and forth across the same landscape day after day.” Indeed, Satie was observed stopping to jot down ideas during his walks, pausing under a streetlamp if it was dark. During the war the streetlamps were often extinguished, and rumor had it that Satie’s productivity dropped as a result. - From Daily Rituals: How Artists Work by Mason Currey

16. Dangerous drops. Prompts are from @janelle.shane generated using the OpenAI net GPT-3. https://www.instagram.com/p/CVQpHCvraU-/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

In ANU museum in Tel Aviv. The Costume of the King ( I don't know which king, I couldn't read the plaque) by Leon Bakst was without a person inside. I made him up. So now it is a costume of a dancing King. https://www.instagram.com/p/CthTwxZJjVY/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

26. Tiny, psychedelic slime. Prompts are from Janelle Shane generated using the OpenAI net GPT-3. https://www.instagram.com/p/CVgH7mVLwwj/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Take the moon with the teeth. Tomar o ceo co' as mãos. Idiotisms and Proverbs from "English as She is Spoke" by Jose da Fonseca and Pedro Carolina.

The Question mark from a box. I am following inktober prompts @janelle.shane generated using the OpenAI net GPT-3. https://www.instagram.com/p/CUptwLOLs95/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Watching three seals herd a school of fish and feast. Drawing with my non dominant hand. https://www.instagram.com/p/CRT_iOtBlKd/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

A cat under a hat. https://www.instagram.com/p/CYCwVwsBqEB/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Beginning. Every morning Susan took her pet fish for a walk. https://www.instagram.com/p/CQwCz58Bhc7/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Many beginnings. Beginning 2. Felix always ate bananas with a spoon. * Starting is easy, it's the middle that is often a muddle. And I won't even mention the endings. Here are some beginnings for children stories that flitter through my head. https://www.instagram.com/p/COiHs1EBoqf/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Many beginnings. Beginning 8. Lola stared in astonishment as the water spout grew and grew and grew. * Starting is easy, it's the middle that is often a muddle. And I won't even mention the endings. Here are some beginnings for children stories that flitter through my head. https://www.instagram.com/p/CO2nszuBn2Z/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Beginning. Bill was feverishly trying to remember how knees worked. Knees made no sense to him. https://www.instagram.com/p/CQLzTZhhoGB/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Beginning. The teapot was a great trickster. "CHOO CHOO" - he sang. "All on board!" https://www.instagram.com/p/CQtdb-UB9Zv/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Dream of the Yellow Chrysanthemum from Dialogues in Paradise by Can Xue. I was hiding behind the window aiming my air gun at a squirrel on a roof in the distance. I had been taking aim for two hours. But when I finally shot, full of confidence, the steel pellet zinged right into Old Jiang's arm. God knows why I lost my mind at the crucial moment, I was born with the impulsive personality. Immediately he jumped up and dashed into the room, shouting, "Murder! Murder!" I was totally embarrassed.