So I want everyone who reads this blog to post a comment. You don’t have to say anything but your name. But you do have to comment.

Everyone.

Deaf people bring balloons when they go to concerts. They feel the vibrations.

It’s little bits of information like the preceding that make me think I should do something with that. I’m never quite sure what though. Sometimes I write an article about them and put it in my zine. Sometimes I draw a picture.

Sometimes I just tell people.

These are some drawings from my sketch book. I drew then while having an art day with Trace.
 

A page from my sketchbook. Drew this last night when I couldn’t sleep, ‘yo!

Got to show the entire page so you can get an idea of the composition.

When I was about eleven I used to spend a lot of time at my grandparents house.
In their bathroom they had the kind of mirror that swings out in three sections, with the sides coming together.
I used to stick my head inside the folded mirrors and pretend that there was a huge army of myself looking back. Sometimes I would try to see infinity.