The jolt of fuchsia draws me in first. Edges play host. Parking lots and unkempt yards. The tight starbursts of stacked leaves explode into a firey mane with a soft center and keep expanding, turning into a fluffy orb dotted with dark purple pollen. I visit them in border times—the walk home, getting in car after the gym.
My brother Jon is staying at my place.
It’s nice.
But also? No one calls you out like a sibling.
He’s helping fix stuff up. So far, he’s installed a faucet and new water softener. He also loaded the contents of the full garage and basement to a dumpster.
Like I said, nice.
Elsewhere:
I wish I’d drawn this comic about a fart.
City flag designed by a 7 year old. The project paired kids with design mentors, which is such a smart way to do a kids’ call for design.
These yard signs about land and community ethic with words from biblical text!!
Switching careers is messy & that's good.
Really enjoyed reading Jack Cheng’s experience of the Building Beauty program. Community focused design/architecture on a neighborhood scale.
Thanks for being here. Any crazy flowers growing near you? Have you eaten anything less appetizing than a baked onion? Let me know.
💜, Ten
The fart comic. I am dead. What a masterpiece. 💨
When you say electric purple milk, are you describing the color or the feel? :|