Patron Saint of Lost Keys and Small Things.
Reminded me of this poem by Elizabeth Bishop.
One Art
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.
—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
For May 22nd, today is the day for waves.
For this day, I decided to make Tatienne, who sometimes loves to surf the most monstrous waves when she's on vacation
このシンギュラーなデザインは、私のショップで4色展開のユニセックスTシャツとして販売されています | This singular design is available on a unisex t-shirt in four different colors in my shop |Este diseño singular está disponible en camiseta unisex en cuatro colores diferentes en mi tienda:
https://yuni-kipoh-store.printify.me/product/20137492/frog-power-poder-rana
For May 21st, today it's the sea rabbit's turn.
For this day, I decided to make Juan Carlos. One day, during a show by the explosive magician, he accidentally turned him into a sea rabbit.
Rediscovered the German language versions of Peter Gabriel’s third and fourth albums (terrific btw) and come ‘Schock den Affen’ was intrigued at how the German word for ‘monkey’ sounds a hell of a lot like orphan… of course that might just be my ears, you know?
Some robots, and some punk drawings. Reference of the robot: "Neon sentiel, the watcher" (Digital Archive), Reference of the punk: "Kings road, London, 1977" (Steve Johnson)
