i'm sitting here, supposed to be working. but that's another story.
the interesting story is the sweet bro puttering around cleaning up a handful of sandboxes. the one on the end table next to me is white, about 8 inches by 14. and it's full of soap. green. smells like ivory spring. each piece has been lovingly carved into something that resembles absolutely nothing. and i like it.
another sandbox has random car parts in it. a steel rim, a carborator. part of an exhaust manifold.
another is full of small bones. this has to be the most realistic one. after all, bones are common in the desert, no? it reminds me of a slightly twisted zen garden. rake the sand, stack the bones up in some aesthetically pleasing arrangement. peace. happiness. death. zen at its finest.
Beautifully pixelated images.