Wooden Bicycle by Sueshiro Sano
This bicycle is built by a shipbuilder… it’s an amazing trial, as well as break-though when the designer is keeping the same materials, to work on other object. This is another way of being creative, discovering new shape of the old materials.
Different views always help you see things in a better perspective and keeps you from being as self biased.
And they’re fab . :)
Andrews advice after a crazy night of tears and sex lol
Feeling pretty darn grateful for all the rad people I have gotten to know better over the past months :)
Dingley crew are pretty great . Just being able to chill and get pissed and play table tennis and do epic Easter egg hunts and trips to coongulla and go to gigs and random shit. Just nice to be able to talk or just hang out and watch movies with no need for talking :)
Andrew, Andrea, Michael, Chris, Jonno, Laura, Shauna, and Cam, thanks :)
Have been having weird dreams of loss and death lately, dreams where there is a man on a slab in a morgue with blue ears and lips, and I’m not sure who it is. It looks very much like someone who is NOT dead right now, and that’s what freaks me out. A big beard and a big belly.
I dream that I end up like my mum, that I lose direction and all my friends and my loved one and my ambition and I just want to sleep and not come back because there is nothing waiting for me when I wake other than another monotonous day of things that make no impact on the world and don’t bring him back to life.
I wake up feeling so sorry for my mum, every time.
I go and hug her or text her or just cry, I don’t know how she stays alive, how she keeps moving.
I don’t want to make my man my rock. I dont want him to be my life force. I don’t want to lose anyone else.
These dreams terrify me. I go through good patches where I don’t think about death at all, and times where it’s all I can see. How on earth did I deal in year 9? I just blocked shit out, I kept occupied, I had a great support group. Now all of that is gone and it’s flooding in every day and every night and no one understands.
Not even I can fully understand how much this loss will affect the rest of my LIFE. My kids lives.
I think these dreams are connected to something I’ve been pushing down inside. My love has put on a lot of weight it scares me yet we can’t talk about it and he won’t do anything about it, and it sucks. My heart is racing when I wake up. Like a climax is coming soon..