
Two years ago in the library💧Sometimes the image was safer in my head sometimes it’s only water on a table…
We were butting heads. I did not believe in taking photos both at the top and the bottom of each of the seven identical hills. Front, side, back, other side, as if we were catologuing our clothes fifteen separate times. This argument was one I consistently lost. We befriended a family on the hike. Their son, my age, spoke to his parents as if it cost him something. They addressed him normally, gently even. My habitual resistance revealed itself then, as a brittle cocoon, a hollow chamber of its former reason! I did not want to hold onto it. Nearing the second hill, the bitterness relented into observation, into acceptance, and ultimately into a really nice time.
We were butting heads. I did not believe in taking photos both at the top and the bottom of each of the seven identical hills. Front, side, back, other side, as if we were catologuing our clothes fifteen separate times. This argument was one I consistently lost. We befriended a family on the hike. Their son, my age, spoke to his parents as if it cost him something. They addressed him normally, gently even. My habitual resistance revealed itself then, as a brittle cocoon, a hollow chamber of its former reason! I did not want to hold onto it. Nearing the second hill, the bitterness relented into observation, into acceptance, and ultimately into a really nice time.
We were butting heads. I did not believe in taking photos both at the top and the bottom of each of the seven identical hills. Front, side, back, other side, as if we were catologuing our clothes fifteen separate times. This argument was one I consistently lost. We befriended a family on the hike. Their son, my age, spoke to his parents as if it cost him something. They addressed him normally, gently even. My habitual resistance revealed itself then, as a brittle cocoon, a hollow chamber of its former reason! I did not want to hold onto it. Nearing the second hill, the bitterness relented into observation, into acceptance, and ultimately into a really nice time.
We were butting heads. I did not believe in taking photos both at the top and the bottom of each of the seven identical hills. Front, side, back, other side, as if we were catologuing our clothes fifteen separate times. This argument was one I consistently lost. We befriended a family on the hike. Their son, my age, spoke to his parents as if it cost him something. They addressed him normally, gently even. My habitual resistance revealed itself then, as a brittle cocoon, a hollow chamber of its former reason! I did not want to hold onto it. Nearing the second hill, the bitterness relented into observation, into acceptance, and ultimately into a really nice time.
We were butting heads. I did not believe in taking photos both at the top and the bottom of each of the seven identical hills. Front, side, back, other side, as if we were catologuing our clothes fifteen separate times. This argument was one I consistently lost. We befriended a family on the hike. Their son, my age, spoke to his parents as if it cost him something. They addressed him normally, gently even. My habitual resistance revealed itself then, as a brittle cocoon, a hollow chamber of its former reason! I did not want to hold onto it. Nearing the second hill, the bitterness relented into observation, into acceptance, and ultimately into a really nice time.
We were butting heads. I did not believe in taking photos both at the top and the bottom of each of the seven identical hills. Front, side, back, other side, as if we were catologuing our clothes fifteen separate times. This argument was one I consistently lost. We befriended a family on the hike. Their son, my age, spoke to his parents as if it cost him something. They addressed him normally, gently even. My habitual resistance revealed itself then, as a brittle cocoon, a hollow chamber of its former reason! I did not want to hold onto it. Nearing the second hill, the bitterness relented into observation, into acceptance, and ultimately into a really nice time.
We were butting heads. I did not believe in taking photos both at the top and the bottom of each of the seven identical hills. Front, side, back, other side, as if we were catologuing our clothes fifteen separate times. This argument was one I consistently lost. We befriended a family on the hike. Their son, my age, spoke to his parents as if it cost him something. They addressed him normally, gently even. My habitual resistance revealed itself then, as a brittle cocoon, a hollow chamber of its former reason! I did not want to hold onto it. Nearing the second hill, the bitterness relented into observation, into acceptance, and ultimately into a really nice time.
We were butting heads. I did not believe in taking photos both at the top and the bottom of each of the seven identical hills. Front, side, back, other side, as if we were catologuing our clothes fifteen separate times. This argument was one I consistently lost. We befriended a family on the hike. Their son, my age, spoke to his parents as if it cost him something. They addressed him normally, gently even. My habitual resistance revealed itself then, as a brittle cocoon, a hollow chamber of its former reason! I did not want to hold onto it. Nearing the second hill, the bitterness relented into observation, into acceptance, and ultimately into a really nice time.
We were butting heads. I did not believe in taking photos both at the top and the bottom of each of the seven identical hills. Front, side, back, other side, as if we were catologuing our clothes fifteen separate times. This argument was one I consistently lost. We befriended a family on the hike. Their son, my age, spoke to his parents as if it cost him something. They addressed him normally, gently even. My habitual resistance revealed itself then, as a brittle cocoon, a hollow chamber of its former reason! I did not want to hold onto it. Nearing the second hill, the bitterness relented into observation, into acceptance, and ultimately into a really nice time.
We were butting heads. I did not believe in taking photos both at the top and the bottom of each of the seven identical hills. Front, side, back, other side, as if we were catologuing our clothes fifteen separate times. This argument was one I consistently lost. We befriended a family on the hike. Their son, my age, spoke to his parents as if it cost him something. They addressed him normally, gently even. My habitual resistance revealed itself then, as a brittle cocoon, a hollow chamber of its former reason! I did not want to hold onto it. Nearing the second hill, the bitterness relented into observation, into acceptance, and ultimately into a really nice time.
We were butting heads. I did not believe in taking photos both at the top and the bottom of each of the seven identical hills. Front, side, back, other side, as if we were catologuing our clothes fifteen separate times. This argument was one I consistently lost. We befriended a family on the hike. Their son, my age, spoke to his parents as if it cost him something. They addressed him normally, gently even. My habitual resistance revealed itself then, as a brittle cocoon, a hollow chamber of its former reason! I did not want to hold onto it. Nearing the second hill, the bitterness relented into observation, into acceptance, and ultimately into a really nice time.
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3D character design + test for @claudepayendelapierre film
Coming soon we hope 🐭
On facing my big phobia of Earthworms. Ever since I was 11 years old, not sure why
Hardy gifted me a pink iPad this day, while we brought nothing to dig with, and so it fulfilled the destined shape of a shovel.
I started recording as a prayer
which turned into a short film!
Star @_frechdachs
Original score @hardyvafadari
Images arrive before reason.
Images arrive like a duty.
And if you had every answer,
you would never dig.
On facing my big phobia of Earthworms. Ever since I was 11 years old, not sure why
Hardy gifted me a pink iPad this day, while we brought nothing to dig with, and so it fulfilled the destined shape of a shovel.
I started recording as a prayer
which turned into a short film!
Star @_frechdachs
Original score @hardyvafadari
Images arrive before reason.
Images arrive like a duty.
And if you had every answer,
you would never dig.
On facing my big phobia of Earthworms. Ever since I was 11 years old, not sure why
Hardy gifted me a pink iPad this day, while we brought nothing to dig with, and so it fulfilled the destined shape of a shovel.
I started recording as a prayer
which turned into a short film!
Star @_frechdachs
Original score @hardyvafadari
Images arrive before reason.
Images arrive like a duty.
And if you had every answer,
you would never dig.
On facing my big phobia of Earthworms. Ever since I was 11 years old, not sure why
Hardy gifted me a pink iPad this day, while we brought nothing to dig with, and so it fulfilled the destined shape of a shovel.
I started recording as a prayer
which turned into a short film!
Star @_frechdachs
Original score @hardyvafadari
Images arrive before reason.
Images arrive like a duty.
And if you had every answer,
you would never dig.
On facing my big phobia of Earthworms. Ever since I was 11 years old, not sure why
Hardy gifted me a pink iPad this day, while we brought nothing to dig with, and so it fulfilled the destined shape of a shovel.
I started recording as a prayer
which turned into a short film!
Star @_frechdachs
Original score @hardyvafadari
Images arrive before reason.
Images arrive like a duty.
And if you had every answer,
you would never dig.
On facing my big phobia of Earthworms. Ever since I was 11 years old, not sure why
Hardy gifted me a pink iPad this day, while we brought nothing to dig with, and so it fulfilled the destined shape of a shovel.
I started recording as a prayer
which turned into a short film!
Star @_frechdachs
Original score @hardyvafadari
Images arrive before reason.
Images arrive like a duty.
And if you had every answer,
you would never dig.
On facing my big phobia of Earthworms. Ever since I was 11 years old, not sure why
Hardy gifted me a pink iPad this day, while we brought nothing to dig with, and so it fulfilled the destined shape of a shovel.
I started recording as a prayer
which turned into a short film!
Star @_frechdachs
Original score @hardyvafadari
Images arrive before reason.
Images arrive like a duty.
And if you had every answer,
you would never dig.
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