Sunday, 29 December 2019

Here we go!. Two days before we say goodbye the decade this dumbass decides to start his own blog. Much like my own acid reflux this blog a collection of undigested momentos, sour thoughts and chronically inflamed ego. This blog is a blog on art and mostly my art on that note. Art is like bile it's not to everyone taste.  Maybe I'm screaming into a void, showing teapots to an empty room, but as long as we don't take ourselves not too seriously, what's the harm? Thanks for joining me in the void enjoy the spelling mistakes and the pretty pots :)
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