The stage we’ll be ripping up tomorrow at 3:00. Beyond stoked. (Taken with instagram)
Union Hearts
I am sketching Bon Iver as he works in his music room. ‘I’m having trouble with the rhythm,’ he says. He taps a frame drum, tinkers with the temple blocks, and spends quite a bit of time with the castanets we brought back from Valencia, nestled in my beach towel. In my drawing, his brows are pulled together in concentration.
Finally he rises from his stool and comes to me. He places his hand over my heart and we are silent for awhile, breathing and waiting. ‘Yes,’ he finally whispers. ‘Yes.’
Push My Front (Taken with instagram)
I am in the greenhouse pollinating tomato flowers with a paintbrush when I hear him return. He crushes me in his arms that smell of hotel soap. We make love right there beside the machinery shed, interrupted once by an incurious turkey passing by. Later he pushes me in the tire swing as the sun slips behind the western hills and shares stories from his tour.
His suitcase is still in the truck, forgotten along with the yearning of being apart.
doodle to painting
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Good morning east coast (Taken with Instagram at Le Pain Quotidien - Georgetown)
two owls and a mouse met at a teaparty…
(Source: distant-dreaming, via tangled-skies)
To answer Karsing’s many questions about the first floor vending machine. (Taken with instagram)