Shoes

My eyes are tired. We’re sitting here in the coffee shop in another soulless suburb on a yawning Saturday. We don’t have much to say to each other so I distract myself again by picking at the crusted coffee around the lip of my cup.

I’m taken by the shape of people’s shoes as they walk past, and if I keep my head at an angle I can’t see their heads. I sneak a glance at you, and you’re looking in the other direction, freeing me up to follow the shoes. If you caught me with my head bowed and angled like this, peering out the grimy franchise coffee shop window, you’d make that sound between your teeth.

The Box Doodle Project

This resonates with my passion for creation through reuse, and my love of beauty in the absurd. Take a box, pull it apart, draw all over it. Submit to website. Get doodling.

The Box Doodle Project.

I live inside a twig man

I’m nestled next to his pomegranate heart. I can see inside the pulsing life he carries, and I feed the heartbeat with a blue breath. It is warm and straightforward here, there is nothing I don’t like about it. From where I sit, all knees crossed and arms folded, I can gaze up to the exquisite form of his jaw meeting his ear. When I look down through the tangle of vines I can see the outline of his scalloped ribs.

Riika Sormunen

I’m reckoning she’s Finnish. Seemingly influenced by Aubrey Beardsley, another one of my faves.

Cherry Stern – find more here