This is my regret face.
Kinda similar to my bitch face.
Sometimes I regret the mess I have started. Usually it is when I have to clean up. Bluesky is new and no one knows me here, except maybe @kensim.bsky.social.

This is a piece of wood carved by a colony of fire ants, which is also the hardest part of the tree trunk.

Today I wrote to Vincent, a very close friend who disappeared from my life in December 2024. I used to practice jokes before I went to bed just to tell him the next day. I wrote a short story about him, turned it into a tiny graphic novel. I wrote to him knowing I will never hear from him again.

"The shadow escapes from the body like an animal we had been sheltering." The logic of sensation, Delueze.

There's this corner of my art space that hosts some beautiful conversations about art and life, and always with food, cakes and so much love.

Maybe we should all revisit this book.

He said, "Be a trouble maker, darling. Don't be otherwise."

It's the sweetest thing someone has ever said to me.