San Francisco Fail

I'm not a great journalist. I've been in San Francisco for almost a month, and I have not documented anything. Or hardly anything. I've been moving around too much to take photos or do any sketching. I am in Daly city right now, in the apartment of my dear friend Avery. There is a hollow body-cast of him under the table.

Also, my camera works no better than Kleenex box with a light. But a Kleenex light-box probably has more retaining power than my camera. I have taken some beautiful photos, but they are lost in the void. It was foolish of me to think that I could keep a piece of the world to call my own. I will try to salvage something, if I can.


Edit: SCORE!!! I just recovered these photos. I met Jon-Paul Bail and other artists from Endless Canvas at a street-art lecture and demo at Viracocha in SF.

A letter from Andrew WK

Dax & the bucket. Set for Ragged Wing Ensemble's "Open."