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Heat dome inbound, hot and sultry or is it sultry and hot or is it both (yes): a desire, again, that words dwell in this space, somewhere – small syntheses of somethings, Montaigne’s “grotesques,” etc; a desire to do my part to make the internet weird again via the half-cooked notions of a recluse talking to himself from the top of his shed.

(Will this desire continue through to tomorrow? TBD)

Today, before the heat really kicks in: finishing touches on a smaller piece that was another piece until I built the piece I was trying to build in the first place and it freed up this piece to be something different.

Tinkering (I hesitate to call it work) on a new story continues; I rather like it. Do I know what it's about? Sure, but I won't hold that against it.

metal_0126 :: chōchin'obake

A little experiment (and palette cleanser between larger installations) in delicacy that resulted in four paper lanterns giving their lives until I finally figured out how to get the metal frame with eyeball and split tongue of my little chōchin’obake (paper lantern ghost) into the paper lantern without causing too much damage.