I just woke up. I was dreaming I was stuck. I dreamt I got a bike and road away occasionally. I lived in two worlds. I ate a lot of green food, and wore feathers in my hair. My bike had bells. I also collected stones and shells and used them as tools to remind myself that I was an earthling with wings. I'm going to write a book.
"Homes" by Sylvan Bourgette
- 14" x 17" acrylic and pencil on paper
Art Journal Work. I did this wild thing and painted girls. Women. Whatever. It is weird because I usually do not. I want to go to another country. And I want to have a larger home space to work in.
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