"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read." - Groucho Marx
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A study of a photo I took from the fall - my Vancouver nephew looking at the northern light near our home.
8x10 oil on board
I decide who speaks. I decide what truth is. I decide whose pain persists and whose gets erased. I decide what women are allowed to ask me. I decide which crimes survive and which get swallowed in smoke.
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I decide who speaks. I decide what truth is. I decide whose pain persists and whose gets erased. I decide what women are allowed to ask me. I decide which crimes survive and which get swallowed in smoke.
open.substack.com/pub/jojofrom...
www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2025...
www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2025...
📝 New rant 👇
📝 New rant 👇
Nigel Farage and Reform now: How dare people ignore sex-based violence!
Nigel Farage and Reform now: How dare people ignore sex-based violence!
Make it useless. Worthless.
Make it useless. Worthless.
― Terry Pratchett
Never had any lessons in life drawing but somehow still captured him, exhausted after work.
Pencil on blue Basildon Bond.
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Never had any lessons in life drawing but somehow still captured him, exhausted after work.
Pencil on blue Basildon Bond.
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I do commissions & have originals & 50 different canvas & paper prints available earthskyart.ca/shop
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I do commissions & have originals & 50 different canvas & paper prints available earthskyart.ca/shop
#art #painting
But the verye next daye ther came a wolf,
Wyth sinews of whispers - quiet as frost -
And the wolf stole my hearte, fled
To a tower out of tyme biyonde all the stars.
Seek now myne hearte,
Return it within a yeare and a daye:
Thys ys thy queste!
But the verye next daye ther came a wolf,
Wyth sinews of whispers - quiet as frost -
And the wolf stole my hearte, fled
To a tower out of tyme biyonde all the stars.
Seek now myne hearte,
Return it within a yeare and a daye:
Thys ys thy queste!