Jean-Michel Basquiat, Unbleached Titanium, 1983
I hate those random skin care ladies who chill in their little stalls in the middle of a shopping centre. They’re like a Jehovah’s witness but with a salary, no I do not have a spare moment to hear about the wonders of your shitty hand cream and no I do not want a pamphlet explaining the good graces your product can bless upon my skin.
But I will take a free sample though, not to use, just to take.
Feel free to add me :) (no rhyme intended)
braided reality check
Dismantle with Caution. Summer 2013
Graphite & Digital
No Body, No Mind
Despite society’s emphasis on abstract thought, the brain cannot become a mind without a body.