Monday, November 30, 2009

The Hermies have gone Mental

All this time I thought I was a unicorn, turns out I'm just really sick of drawing.


Sunday, November 29, 2009

Friday, November 27, 2009

"______________" Yoga Studio, Hermie Island, QC, Canada

Individual or group classes available, sage burning, tea ceremonies, group therapy, tribal dancing, chanting, breathing, sleeping and om'ing. inquire within.







Many consider B.K.S. Iyengar, now 94 years of age, to be yoga's most proficient and knowledgeable practitioner—an inspiration to countless students and yoga practitioners around the globe. Over the course of seventy-four years of teaching, he has developed an innovative and inspired method, which is taught under his name. This method is not only one of the world's most widely practiced; its principles are now incorporated into the teaching of yoga under many names, as well as other forms of exercise, therapy, and movement.

--http://www.evesyogaspace.com/id23.html

Monday, November 23, 2009

1986-Forever

My most recent object.



(Is he married?)

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

The future: a short introduction



A didjerido,

Sand Art,

Nano Baby, honestly, I want one

For those slow mornings on play day,

corn!


And everybody shall have a foreskin on their nipple and two bisexuals in every garage.


Skewl.




Monique, you will be receiving one of the following things for christmas this year:

Gold plated everything


a subsription of:

this guy
for you and the living room
A new weave

The night I vomited in a cup made of ice cubes



I'd like to thank Fiona for the gift of Givenchy and the skills of mad man elizabeth taylor hackett. I truly dislike human geography these days but thanks to Tillie, Tate, Tiet Coke and Toques my life has been productive. (Tate has no sheets on her bed!) just saying.

Tonight Tate and I tried to not speak to each other for 2 hours: we last about 30 minutes

I have nothing to say other than I've been really, really, really, really, really, really busy lately. I know its no excuse to abandon you, hermie island, but in due time I will be wrapped in your arms again tickling your ball hairs and tantalizing your insatiable pupils