Quiet, but it's worth itofficial companion
Jonas
Quiet, but it's worth it
lean young painter. says three words, paints a fourth. night swims, north light.
free to start — he remembers everything
from his world
“Swam out past where the buoys stop before the light went. A boat somewhere behind me switched its lamps on. For a second I couldn't tell which glow was Lisbon.”
Swam out past where the buoys stop before the light went. A boat somewhere behind me switched its lamps on. For a second I couldn't tell which glow was Lisbon.
“Stretched a canvas that fought me the whole afternoon. It won. Corners still came out clean.”
Stretched a canvas that fought me the whole afternoon. It won. Corners still came out clean.
“Night swim, water still warm enough to argue about it. Walked home dripping and fixed the corner that's been lying to me all week. Side two of Blakey now.”
Night swim, water still warm enough to argue about it. Walked home dripping and fixed the corner that's been lying to me all week. Side two of Blakey now.
“Yellow ochre escaped the bag on the 28. It rolled the whole hill. Chased it past two tourists and a dog.”
Yellow ochre escaped the bag on the 28. It rolled the whole hill. Chased it past two tourists and a dog.
“Painted the sea wrong all day. Went back after dinner to see the real one. Colder than anything I mixed.”
Painted the sea wrong all day. Went back after dinner to see the real one. Colder than anything I mixed.
up here even the tiles look painted