Zyadah

So the titel of a book about Aboriginal myths. In there a story about a bandicoot, Windulka was his name, who was looking for water during a severe drought. Windulka was digging many, many holes. Once there came a dingo, it's name was Baguruk, and hungry as he was, chased the bandicoot. Windulka was so frightened that he dug a deep hole, deeper and deeper until, without warning, he released such a large spring of water that it flooded the whole plain, filling all the holes dug by Windulka. Today the land is covered with grass, and trees provide shade for the creatures and nesting places for the birds. I did a painting today about this story

Well, let's say my story starts with Duncan. If u read my text attatched to it, u'll understand, or not. I don't think u will. Veeery complicated. And if people still read it, then congratulations, u are curious. Alright, u still don't understand it? Then u better listen to TOOL. I'd say try it with Aenma.    Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call L.A The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any fucking time. Any fucking day. Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona Bay. ...    Cuz Im praying for rain And Im praying for tidal waves I wanna see the ground give way. I wanna watch it all go down. Mom please flus

I've photographed my paintings and drawings i did a few years ago. New one's will be on soon. I'd be happy about any comment, thanks!