Experiments, effort, struggle around Zehuk’s core. I think this is our road.

Experiments, effort, struggle around Zehuk’s core. I think this is our road.

If I had a studio, I’d put sculptures like this at the entrance. Would I? I would. Fuck it.

My sweet heart keeps drifting toward this kind of work. And damn, it feels nice.

Think about it: it’s 2044 and you’re still eating döner. Is that really right? What if we had stuff like this instead?

One day I went to Pai. Sat on a veranda. Then this happened to me.

One day a tiny light will appear in the fog. And it’ll be damn sweet.

One day some wild shit will happen. Look at the state we’ll be in. Halos. Lights.

If you ever wander the streets of London, remember me, yeah?

Sometimes a little talk is enough. Sometimes two grams of paint is enough. Sometimes nothing is enough for anyone.

When you hear Mardin, what pops up in your head? I get things like this.

You know this much is enough for me… where’s that yellow acrylic?

Will we ever reach this point one day?

Some things heal the soul. This isn’t exactly that. But it’s got a brain.

Deep down we all want to visit the land of purples one day. Nobody wants to admit it.

Hang around La Boca’s colorful streets long enough… this can happen easily.