a perfect night i had in montreal--a man named yves drove us up to the top of the mountain, we howled at the moon, yves was perplexed with us, there was a family of fat raccoons.
I make paintings and drawings and scratchings and sewings, and cakes and cards and books and comics.
Here is a peek into my sketchbooks, which are carried with me at all times.
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