Oscar had lots of hard thinking to do and his mother had the lawn to mow. So off they went, two adults to do what they wanted: one mother, one son, as a sky sweaty, heavy and pregnant with imagination watched over them. It was about to rain.
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blowing bubbles of giggling somethingness and why-not-itude, a creative laxative, a provocateur of visual burps and farts (ie: until the end of 2019 as design department head at the creative circus, and frequent side-hustley designer of brandy designy stuff) – but also my every-other-time-o'-day approach. hopefully this stuff is easily sharable, lots funner than having to read a lot, and not a big investment of time. i hope you enjoy. View all posts by hey, that tickles