miriam and mi

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perhaps i cannot be enough for this or nothing less than this, so time suction pores now rest.

pull my teeth out one by one

while we wait

old transparent blue yellow milimetric cardboard grey white paper transfer print glue and RYB string.
wrong words expressions junk and much less.

0123

Met the sky and kissed the sea, but i always knew that the sky couldn't embrace me, nor the sea rest me. Down the drain in sinking spirals, the night is bleached by turning. Try to accept the the wheel, end up washed out,burried beneath its hard crust. a new i everyday to sea.are we all just washing machines, tumbling moments inside ourselves until they crumble to fine pixels of sand? Does nothingness rest our souls finally? Billions of turning wheels in the street, chearning, grinding, pounding, falling, ticking, talking,,,one repetitive motion to grind us all into one.

when i grow up i want to make good fertilizer.

wednesdays are yellow

insides remain invisible to the naked eye, still we can only guess.,chimney sweeper gave me 7 little broom ends for luck this morning.

heads disappearing and reappearing

Mini series of creatures and creations for Jumatatea Plina Bookstore.

don't look

turbo tudor's first exhibit.

croissant cu mici

The world is a college of corporations, the world is a business, the world is spinning off its axes,

why chicken can't fly

last weekend i took part in a workshop on comics held by Laurent Maffre in Bucharest
and this what i pooped out: a short story about us chicken.

sunshine wash all waste away

 
 
 

from Romania

what's it like to live in Romania and be part of the E.U. you wonder? I've been asking myself the same stinking question, and it's been rotting my brains for the past month. This is the answer i've been able to come up with: my first sort of "serios/political" comic story. Below is the package for the CD that goes with the it, printed on ivory flipping paper. all for my personal insanity and www.eurocartoon.eu.

Special attention to ladies'&childrens' hair bobbling

Over here we have some stickers i made a couple of months ago + a friend's hand-drawn.

i like to refer to this piece as death with flowers. and it is some sort of a flag.

this was meant to be a flyer for dropdread, yet ended up as a sticker. it didn't turn out exactly how i thought it would but still i like, the same way i like rotten cheese, even though it stinks.

i went home for 2 days and this is what i remembered.

and this goes BONUS: a nice link to some sexy old shiznit. as the saying goes: you can take the shit out of the man but you can't take the man out of shit, hihihi...