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Web FEST Web house July 11, 2015
My friend Gretchen turned me on to Buddhism circa 1988 |
This painting of Gretchen meditating three gems at the Orange Show |
Me pal Gary took his vows at Plumb Village, France; I imagine he shaved is head there, tsk. |
Web House 320 Blanco in the near Northside, this venue was new for me but this great bar and grill was the venue of the evening for art and music |
That Shadow guy knows... right! |
Mentor Hannah Elizabreath; badass penman, humors the shaman by reading her creativity |
The heat is raising heart pounding perspiration in the crowd |
In this case apparently two. |
A spectrum of crystals emit from young Hanna Breath's macabre Interlocutor! |
The sun caught a cloud for our short pre-interview |
She knows what thrills me. |
Note to self: Ask Christina to book an event soon! |
Nobody would say these aren't crowd pleasers! |
ala Frida |
I' all about the gear |
Good to see Kyle and Ricardo a year later from this vid!
a noche especial! Ricardo usually moons me, or flips me off. Thumbs up I reckon. |
tonsorially impared |
Nice night, split here at 11.00pm |
Ms Hannah Elizabeth on my bidding her good night. |
think I had fun? |
Make art like love, make your guitar magical and it will be okay.
This is the summer poster event coming sure!
Comic strips back in the day gave real rapport to how people lived so differently decades ago, and reliably point out all the bullshit too. This strip by the great Crockett Johnson always seemed like alink between Frank King and Bill Waterson...
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