but they're all shades of blue

One of several paintings   kenket and I swapped back and forth over the course of a late evening spent drinking with bright eyed strangers in the desert. Much alcohol was gifted and consumed, and we eagerly set upon the pile of wood, paints, brushes, and chalks to create art for a few frenzied hours, with newcomers dropping in and sharing all sorts of crazy stories before flitting away again. Whattanight.

Oh, as it turns out. Drawing strangers and giving them the sketches is a good way to get lots of numbers for lots of couches all over the world. I think we have an open invite to, like, thirty couches at this point. It's a little weird.

Acrylic'n'things on wood