Diet Coast.
Just for a taste of **it.
Leaping asterisks Censorman!
Here are a quartet of fairly bland images which somehow tell the story of a journey that I, the author Joshua H, did take on this Wednesday the 28th of June 2006. I am starting to annoy myself a little now. I still cannot accept that people choose to write like trainee robots in the sink of postmodern gallery explainations. Perhaps the conceptual method of learning [where you do no work, instead talking and arguing and slagging off more successful people, etc] is a way to destroy all hopes of decent art falling out of art schools, to render expression a useless stone on a runway for the megabastards and at best a bit of merchandise. I am joking. This is only my 2 years of guilt. And I doubt my crappy web doodles will reach the Louvre. Or my photos.
The towers.
The curves.
Loyal Sprue Duet fans are everywhere around here. 5 died in the making.
A cropped view of buoys, a boat and the Neptune Sea Arm.
Leaping asterisks Censorman!
Here are a quartet of fairly bland images which somehow tell the story of a journey that I, the author Joshua H, did take on this Wednesday the 28th of June 2006. I am starting to annoy myself a little now. I still cannot accept that people choose to write like trainee robots in the sink of postmodern gallery explainations. Perhaps the conceptual method of learning [where you do no work, instead talking and arguing and slagging off more successful people, etc] is a way to destroy all hopes of decent art falling out of art schools, to render expression a useless stone on a runway for the megabastards and at best a bit of merchandise. I am joking. This is only my 2 years of guilt. And I doubt my crappy web doodles will reach the Louvre. Or my photos.
The towers.
The curves.
Loyal Sprue Duet fans are everywhere around here. 5 died in the making.
A cropped view of buoys, a boat and the Neptune Sea Arm.
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