Here’s a little surfing doodle to celebrate spring break.
Working late. Making pictures. Roughing things in. Punch drunk. Drunk drunk. Ding Ding. Go Queen Underwood, go!
Here are pictures of various amounts of visual tension for some reason.
I’m here to report (for your information??) that the effect of hearing two simultaneous, unintelligible phone conversations echoing around a concrete hallway with a head full of David Foster Wallace and pseudoephedrine is as close as I would like to come to experiencing a schizophrenic hallucination.
Other times, it won’t.