Just Some Scanned Things I Had Lying Around. My Feet, My Arms, And A Scan Of Some Little Thermal Stickers

Just some scanned things I had lying around. My feet, my arms, and a scan of some little thermal stickers of my face. Yep. That's me!

EARTH - FART

Inspired by a car with 3 different EARTH - ART bumper stickers. Something in my soul rebelled. I got mad. It was stupid. I can try and scoop my brain out and explain it, but they are words? And if ART is in EARTH then so is FART. Even if the EARTH doesn't have an F. Meaning is something. Maybe. Will have to ponder meaning.

Awwww shucks why do mysterious hoods look so cool?

A letter to a bartender I never had the stones to deliver.

What is there to say? I attended a Karaoke night with some queers. Many old gay men watched me balled up screeching out Barbie Girl in a near demonic fashion. They loved me. Of course they did. I made $5 that night. From singing.

Couldn't figure out why a bartender would remember my name. Is it their jobs or something? Da hell was that? Dawg should have whiffed my cool aura and realized I got that creature in me. Should have feared me.

Anyways.

So many *custom* Galadriel memes:

The memes are. It was REALLY FUNNY TO ME THAT THIS BARTENDER LOOKED SO MUCH LIKE A TWIGGY HUNK TRYING TO PULL OFF AN ELF. White long hair having. very funny.

Anyways. Weirdo remembered my name. Dangerous.

I wasn't strong enough at the time to drop this thing. I was scared. What might it wreak? The power I wield is too great.

Stay safe. Forget quirky people's names.

Ben

Printed about 20 of these. Apparently greyscale sucks down my color inks like nothing else. May or may not print more. Here are the images.

This was sent many months ago. To at the time a friendly acquaintance that was socially situated just perfectly [close enough to be weird to, far enough away to not expect the terrifying rotting seas of silly] and her being the recipient would [bonus points] give my good friend [also her neighbor] anxiety about me anonymoosly delivering a cow letter. Said friend did not know the contents of the letter. Was left to stew for a month before they found it in themselves to tell their childhood friend that he knew who sent them the cow letter. I had not seen her in that period of time.

The letter was posted in a very cool custom made note (admittedly it had weird vibes - nice thick green paper with sharpie and a custom cow post stamp that I cut out - pictured below.)

The return address was something like "The Farm"

My first real letter. I learned to start scanning everything afterwards.

She was not terrified (at least that's what she has told me - the culprit.)

I was under the impression that the anonymity would be fairly weak, as just a couple months prior I brought the below *custom* cow card to a white elephant where I had also brought 2 cool glass cow figurines I got used cheap. I thought I would be steeped in cow memories. Turns out the human mind is willing to part with vital information that my bits at times call on. Curses.

Cow memes!!!! I'm mostly moved away from stock photos for reasons. But making these memes is like mainlining some drug that lets you hug a God made of kindness and the non-sharp parts of kittens.

She Struttin! is something I was desperate to share with the world. It's honestly a miracle you survived this long without She Struttin!

Life can get you down. The existential crisis of it all. Anyways. I'm a cow. Has a voice note. I sing the line. It makes me laugh. I showed the voice note to the recipient when we were over drinking that good good alcohol on the America day. Laughter was had.

All in all it went pretty well for my first run. The cow memes are allegedly on a fridge. The boyfriend isn't scared I'm going to kill his girlfriend.

A ringing success!!!

I'm so mmmmmmmfyuuuuuuu

I'll excuse myself.

Have a nice thing going on?

Bye!!!!

Ben

Uh. THE SONG IS GOOD!!! I LIKE THE SONG.

Random doodles from this year, some from just now. Most of these are on folded up cardstock I'd stick in my pocket or bag and just doodle on when I had a sec.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnyways.

This is worth more than my life. I don't need it to survive, but like many things my body wants to engage with it.

I have synths. I will play with the synths I have. They are good.

But.

Dreams. We can all smoke some dreams from time to time.

Do that life thing!

Ben

Queen Anglerfish Theme (another underwater synth track made entirely with a Moog Grandmother)

Thanks for the words! I'm scared to hit enter. I've botched a post one too many times that way (this is going to be one horrific block of text.) I'm a little jealous of that remote darkness you mentioned. I've seen it periodically, but have always been stuck in cities. Never had extended access to that stillness. Even in cities though one of the things I notice is the quiet, never actual silence, but something else. I've never had a dog companion for exploration, mainly just skulked around myself. In college I'd climb trees in the night to avoid onlookers and just sit in them for a while, felt nice to be in a canopy. Glad to know there are other walkers out there. (Thanks for the kind words. For all the good and bad it does it is my art.) - Ben

Do you go walking at night? (Not a threat - genuine question.)

Yeah, I don't have anything profound to say about it, sadly.

I like taking pictures at night. I live in a city and there's lots of ambient light. It's fun just to go around and see how much you can capture of the way things look in the night.

When I lived in a remote area, nighttime was pitch dark, no street lights, nothing. In the winters by the water I could go days without seeing another person outside. The wind would blow heavy and I'd walk my dog basically feeling my way around with a flashlight. I sort of loved it, but you were so alone you could understand the what that might do to your mind after a while. Without my dog (now deceased to my eternal sadness) being alone and practically everything else would have proven more difficult. You need someone like that to make you charge ahead into the unknown.

Occasionally I would spook myself, swearing I had left the porch light on when now it was off. But the night has always been my favorite, that uninhabited space in front of you with no idea how far it stretches.

PS, by the way, what looks to be your art, is pretty cool