layered paint, cracked walls, when someone else is responsible it's landlord special.... when i do it, it's drawing on the domicile, david ireland, living in practice
when i'm at a loose point, looking for steadiness i find my self seeking 'truth' and 'solutions'. i think that search in some part is avoidance of feeling and sitting in the looseness
sitting on the throne i'm usually overcome by the porcelain precipice under me. the slurp of the u-bend, the massive amount of teamwork below me. an honor to contribute
pulled cracked plaster off my bedroom window this evening, there was some cracked paint and rotted wood under, prob 100 years old. so i added my own fresh plaster layer on top
repairing a rental can't do as much as i'd like, but being one of the many to be here is nice
i'll wait months or years to fill and paint wall holes i've made from hanging things. i like the look of them, reminders of how i wanted things to be at some point
eventually, ill patch them up but it feels like losing a friend